On Fridays, Andrew and I work at the adult high school program at the community college. I don't consider myself a cynic, but if I worked there every day I just might become one. I have so little faith in our public education system to begin with. Yesterday, Dec. 7th, I graded U.S. History tests. Now, I hardly think of myself as hyper-patriotic, but imagine my surprise when I read in one girl's paper that on Dec. 7th, 1941, the Americans were attacked at Pearl Harbor by the CHINESE. Yep. All these years I thought it was that other Asian country. Oh, and did I mention that it was during World War I that this attack happened? My second favorite answer of the day was in response to the question "What was the strategy of the North during the civil war?" The answer? "Fight." ..... brilliant. Usually I'm not sure whether to get extremely frustrated with the system or laugh, so I do a bit of both just to be on the safe side.
On a more hopeful note (please pardon the pun), my students played a lovely Christmas piano recital last night, and I was so proud of them. I had been biting my already-short fingernails all day after having found out that my college professor would be attending, but I didn't give my students enough credit. They really done me proud.