I have nothing against Obama. He seems like a good enough guys, and his kids are darn cute. I am really happy that America has a black President, finally. I think, in that sense, I did feel a part of history today, although I didn't follow the inauguration closely, as I was working.
I have to harp on something, though. I was just reading reports that people jeered at President Bush and started singing "Na na na na, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye," as he departed D.C. I understand that he was an unpopular President (I would like to mention that he was made unpopular, for the most part, by events he had no control over, but that is another blog). I know that people actually flat out hate Bush. I don't hate him. I never have. I think he is a good guy who followed his father's footsteps, when maybe that wasn't the best path for him. But overall, I have always liked him, as a person - just as I like President Obama, as a person. I don't like EITHER of their politics, but again, that is another blog. Back to what I am harping on... I don't care how much people dislike a President, I am still appalled and shocked that people could be so cruel and disrespectful. This is not a football game, people, this is the President of arguably the greatest country in the world. Am I just old-fashioned that I abide by the niceties of an older time? I don't think so. I have, in the last few years, began to notice a rudeness and disrespect that holds prevalent, not only in my generation, but apparently in all age groups. Frankly, it really upsets me. Can anyone explain to me how it could ever be okay to be exceedingly disrespectful to an authority figure, when that person is not a crackpot like Hitler or Bin Laden? I would love for someone to comment on this.
Moving on from that, I wrote the first part of one of my practicum placement essays. It's all about Exeter, surprise surprise, but I find the more and more I think about who I am and the beliefs I hold, I come back to my experiences there. I feel incredibly blessed to have gone there and I really hope I can work there one day (after I am married... Again, that would take another blog to explain.)
And, finally, the cutest thing EVER happened today. Patrick, the 4th grader in the family I babysit, will be turning 10 this Friday. Now, he is having a sleepover on Saturday night with his 4 best friends, but Friday, being his actual birthday, is a family dinner and present-opening party. His mother told him he was allowed to invited one guest of honor to attend the family celebrations. He asked me to be that person. I said, "Packman, are you sure you want to invite me?" He replied, "Yeah, my birthday wouldn't be the same without you. You are like family." And that, my friends, is what makes living off raman noodles totally worth it.
2 comments:
Hey Lindsey,
Always remember it's the little things that make life worth living.
1) the story about the kid is the cutest thing EVER
2) AMEN to your sentiments about Bush. Regardless of how much people hate him / his political methods, he's still a person. And just as you said, he's got a good heart. The whole thing makes me sick!
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