The best things in life are surprises.
Aug. 27th, 2008 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanYesterday evening, about half an hour before the library was due to close, I looked up from my computer and saw a familiar face.
The young lady in question still has the incredible smile, and the bright eyes I remember from my old library, and her middle school and high school days. She greeted me, and said she'd made a special trip to say hello, knowing that I'd moved branches. And then she floored me by telling me that she's now a board certified nurse.
Wow!
I'll admit, I was fighting to remember her name. She was never one of the children I had to hush or chide for foolishness on a daily basis. She was one of my homework crew -- the kids who came in with their backpacks and stacks of books and sneaked snacks while they plowed through the mountain. She'd gotten into one of Boston's best schools, and I can remember her and her friends comparing their homework loads. She had dissections in biology, her friends had hand-out sheets. We talked about that, and my memory of how very angry it had made me to realize that some of "my" kids were being cheated of the education they deserved.
She told me about the old neighborhood, and I finally admitted to not remembering her name, and we chatted a while longer before I got my hug and sent her off to work. My night -- my week! -- and probably my next three months are all going to glow now.
Thank you, Sasha! I am so proud of you!
The young lady in question still has the incredible smile, and the bright eyes I remember from my old library, and her middle school and high school days. She greeted me, and said she'd made a special trip to say hello, knowing that I'd moved branches. And then she floored me by telling me that she's now a board certified nurse.
Wow!
I'll admit, I was fighting to remember her name. She was never one of the children I had to hush or chide for foolishness on a daily basis. She was one of my homework crew -- the kids who came in with their backpacks and stacks of books and sneaked snacks while they plowed through the mountain. She'd gotten into one of Boston's best schools, and I can remember her and her friends comparing their homework loads. She had dissections in biology, her friends had hand-out sheets. We talked about that, and my memory of how very angry it had made me to realize that some of "my" kids were being cheated of the education they deserved.
She told me about the old neighborhood, and I finally admitted to not remembering her name, and we chatted a while longer before I got my hug and sent her off to work. My night -- my week! -- and probably my next three months are all going to glow now.
Thank you, Sasha! I am so proud of you!
