Geez….what a week!

Actually, its more like….what a day. It was a rough day at school. Lots of incidents. Lots of angry kids. Lots of upset parents. Emotions run amok. Media coverage that wasn’t exactly positive. Oh the joy!

I think its ok for me to admit that I don’t always understand some adolescent girls, the grudges that they can hold forever, the inability to let go of perceived wrongs even when they can’t remember what started it in the first place. You really want to get kicked out of school because you simply must keep fighting some girl that flirted with your boyfriend three years ago?

I got in a few fights as an adolescent and sometimes was playing basketball with my antagonist a few hours later.

On the complete opposite end of that coin, a young woman appeared at my door yesterday and politely asked if she could have some of my time. She maturely and articulately outlined some of the problems that she saw at school, some proposed solutions that she felt would benefit everyone, combined with a very strong statement of her own personal faith and ethics. I ignored phone calls and knocks on my door for thirty minutes while I took notes and chatted back and forth with her. Young people like her can give me a hope for the future.

Terri’s son has been visiting us this week. He graduated from high school last year, and Patrick idolizes him. In spite of a four year difference in age, they have some things in common and Patrick was in heaven this week dueling him in the back yard, playing card duels with him, and discussing the TV shows they both have an interest in.

Aubree has a good friend that stays here often and this friend’s mother can drive you crazy. She may call 5-6 times in a single evening just to check up on her, even quizzing her about the details of the meals she eats in our home. If she calls and the girls are riding bikes up and down the street and I can’t get her immediately to the phone the mother will drive over here in a panic. We’re taking a little hiatus from this friend visiting for awhile. Note to friend’s mom….if you are that worried about her staying here, don’t let her come!

Is there any story more bizarre than that of O.J. Simpson? The mind boggles.

If you are an Oklahoma blogger and have not had a chance to vote, please drop by here and cast your vote. It is a tough choice with so many outstanding bloggers. I am also hoping to attend the Blogger Roundup and hang out with some of my Okie blogger buddies.

So how is YOUR week going?

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