This is Poo. She is in primary 1 and she is 6. You don't say her name with the same consonant as the "p" in my name, Peter. Her Thai nick name (they all have one chosen when they are young because their real names are so ornate and long) begins with what is called a bpaa bla which is the Thai consonant for "fish". So her nick name would more accurately be spelled Bpoo. Bpoo, like every one of my students so far, is perfect in every way. I don't mean perfectly well behaved. I mean perfect in the way that something touched by God's grace is perfect. I mean perfect in the way that it almost hurts to look her because she is so herself and so in the breathing second of the now and so unadulterated and so full of open tomorrows.And so is Taliu, who looks a little like Bpoo and is the exact build, and with their uniforms it is no wonder I get the two of them mixed up on day two. And when I go through the names, I think in spite of the fabulous name tags they created, I will probably be a long time into November before I will know them all by heart, something I force myself to do on the first day in my classes in the US. Tomorrow I head to my second school where I will meet another group of students k-6 and that will add to the challenge. Trying to wrap my mouth around the actual pronunciation gives me an appreciation for their difficulty with saying "Thursday" and anything that ends in a consonant like "k" or "t". The bloom is still, of course, on the rose which is why these kindergarteners crowd around my door whenever there is a free moment and say repeatedly, "Hello Teeesha".
He and his buddies can make quite a racket during the night, scampering about and doing god knows what-probably drinking beer and womanizing. So he owed me this display. I was a little worried the flash might make him drop his prey, but he seemed pretty proud of it and I think he was a little winded because I could see he was breathing pretty hard. It is getting a little late and I have to do a few more preps before I go to bed so I will just leave you with some of my 1-2's (I get to my 3-4's tomorrow) and you can wonder why you didn't think of coming here first. After all, my day started with watching online my beloved Giants win the World Series with a bench full of relatively underpaid old farts, I spent the day with these beautiful children who adore me; I came home and took a bike ride up the hill to see my friend Ben; I ate fresh, exquisite food, and now I'm listening to Sigur Ros and sharing it all with you, my wonderful friends. And no one I talked to all day has ever heard of the Tea Party or gives a tinker's damn who wins the senate or the house today, or knows who Lindsey Lohan is or whether she is in rehab or if the new Call of Duty video game is coming out soon or ever...Who could ask for anything more?