Sundays, Sundays

The school year is winding down and I'm getting antsy. I'm excited about the teaching of my last few weeks, which includes Night by Elie Wiesel, Schindler's List and a genocide project. This is not exactly a happy way to end the school year but it's a powerful one. I just finished gobbling down the book and it was HEAVY but necessary for us all to remember. I am only shocked to know that this has been made public and events like it are still going on today, i.e. Sudan. Nevertheless, the book makes you feel like to be in this time and space in history and not another. I often get scared when I start to think about our country and whatever the hell we think we're doing. Not only do we seem like slaves to materialism (and I'm not excluding myself here), but we also seem to have devalued the respect of other countries and the environment in general. Yet how else could all of this stop? How can we stop to machinery of ideas once they've been put into action? Night seems to provide a solution to this problem, even if it means war, since war was the only thing that could pull down the machinery of cruelty in the concentration camps.

Not exactly a happy Sunday. Yet the weather is awesome, despite a windy ride.

I guess all this thought is a good way to distract myself from my own problems. But hey! One world-sized problem at a time, right?