She grew up in the countryside
A daughter of farming folks
Nothing much expected of her
The butt of the villagers’ jokes
The poverty that surrounded her
Made no sense as she grew older
And she stopped believing
The things that her teachers told her
Revolution in the hearts and minds
Consciousness was being raised
And the young girl from the village
Was now the one being praised
She stood for what she believed
To bring her country change
And the people stood strong together
With a better system to arrange
She saw the source of the problem
Came directly from the top
Wild plans were being formulated
To bring them to stop
Bullets and brains were deployed
At times it seemed too hard
But soon the house would collapse
By removing a single card
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for the farmer and his cows eating through the jungle on the other side of our fence.
Gui has got me onto a different he calls Dirty. Cold milk, a teaspoon of cream and an overextracted shot of coffee. I’ve taken to it. It’s a little more expensive but I think I will drink less. Let’s see!
In one of my classes (2/9 – the good class!) yesterday we were talking about democracy and dictatorships and I explained that our class was a dictatorship but then I started thinking about the Montessori schools and how their classes are often like a democracy.
I might try this with this class next semester – I think there are enough smart students in the class to make it work and it could be fun. I’ll try to read up on how teachers work in those classes.
Amy has been getting busier with her cake-making (cinnamon bun making) and I told her yesterday how proud I was of her skills and abilities.
We had also been talking about what happened with George last week and I had been thinking about why it upsets me. Amy keeps talking about when we invited him and Bee to stay at our house and Bee saying what a big deal it was for him so he obviously had some expectation for our friendship after that but I said, ‘That’s the thing. I feel like I trusted this person as sincere and honest and now I feel like I’ve been tricked and made a fool of.’ And we realise that this was exactly what had happened with Amy and Bebe all those years ago.
Bebe sucked Amy in with so many nice words but only to manipulate the friendship in her favour. I saw it easily and immediately with Bebe but I was fooled by George.
We live and learn and I’m happy enough with the friends in my life, whether they are close or not.
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