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Support Literacy

We are on this blog forum to read, write, or both – some of us in multiple languages. As a volunteer for our local literacy group, I am promoting our annual giving campaign.

Funding is crucial for this group that trains ESOL (English for speakers of other languages) tutors and helps people pass the citizenship examination.

While the link above tells you about the donation levels, this link provides some personal insights about the tutoring experience – from lesson 1 to several months down the road. (Be kind, I was a rookie blogger with stories I wanted to share.)

Make tax time fun by reading and writing. Read about an organization that promotes increased literacy and empowers adults. Write a check to support the training courses and resource library.

Thank you for your consideration as you evaluate your charitable contributions at year-end.

Merry Christmas and enjoy the holidays!

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Enlightenment

Education fulfills dreams and makes us who we are.  Both the extent of the dream and our new self is unimaginable when we begin our journey. 

Whether formal or informal, based on investment or need, learning is a never ending way to change the world. 

Reimagine.

Transform humanity.

Shape our future.

                  Don’t wait for it to happen. 

Make it happen.

Be you – 

Be all of you.

The Mommy That Never Sleeps

My daughter bought a bus ticket to NYC with her college roommate.  When I joined the conversation she and Dad were having about it, I didn’t learn much. Perhaps I’d joined the discussion too late but like others her age, maybe she just has it all figured out:

  • Are you starting at Port Authority then?  “Chill.”
    • You will be cold.  Do you know what you’re wearing?  No response.
  • Where are you meeting your other friend?  “In Manhattan.”
    • It’s a big island.  Where in Manhattan?  No response.
  • Do you have enough money?  “I don’t know, I didn’t count it.”
    • Keep money in multiple spots.  What bag are you bringing? No response.
  • Where are you going to spend your time? “To the left of the Empire State Building.”
    • The cops won’t be able to find you.  Can you be more specific?  No response.
  • Are you going to Central Park?  “Yes, at the end.”
    • You shouldn’t go at night.  What part of the Park?  No response.
  • Didn’t you want to see the Brooklyn Bridge?  “Yes, we didn’t get to it last year.”
    • That’s a long walk.  Have you Googled the map?  No response.
  • How are you going to get around the city? “The Subway, Mom.”
    • They won’t have a stop that says ‘Brooklyn Bridge’. Do you know the stop?
No response. 

Maybe I need the education.  I guess I just worry too much.  They have each other.  They have their cell phones.  They’re smart girls finishing Spring break in the Big Apple. It’s the ideal college road trip.

So then why can’t I sleep?

 

A Lesson in Love

This is my commandment,

that you love one another as I have loved you.

John 15:12

Bear one another’s burdens,

and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Galatians 6:2

Let each of you look not only to his own interests,

but  to the interests of others.

Philippians 2:4

We should help others do what is right

and build them up in the Lord.

Romans 15:2-3

1Timothy 2:1

Mark 12:31

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My daughter is right. I ask too many questions. Half the time I don’t even wait for answers. I even did it when I picked her up for Easter break:

Are you ready to go?  Are you all packed? Is your roommate still here?

She answers by walking me down the hall to her dorm room.  She starts to pack and I observe that her roommate has already left.

Are you feeling better?  Did you take your medicine?  Did you pack that too?

She answers all three questions by smiling as she hands me her little tote of meds.

Did you change your sheets?  Do you want to take them home? Do you have other laundry to do?

She points to her overstuffed Vera Bradley laundry bag in the corner and starts to roll her bedding.  I tie it all together and put it next to the meds and her backpack as I continue our conversation:

Did you finish your registration the other day?  Were you able to get into all your classses?  What are you taking in the Fall?

She pulls out the chair to her desk, I think to sit me out of the way, and hands me her schedule.

Is the dining hall still open?  Did you eat after work?  Do you want to stop on the way home?

Like her Dad is listening, I get a text that he’ll have dinner ready when we get home.

Why is your purse slung in front of you?  Are you going to try to carry all this?  How about if we make two trips?

I finally get two words to my 18 questions:

‘Ya think?

I’m just excited to see her and know that she’ll be home for the week.

I calm down as we start our first walk to the car.

Do you want to put your coat on?  Hey, why are you taking that path?  Will you wait for me to catch up?

I know she was just excited for our road trip.  We had a lot to talk about.  I think I thought of a few more questions on the way home.

Lesson 5 – where I am the student!

My recent trip to a New Hampshire Dunkin Donuts taught me that having an accent from your homeland does not mean you are a new immigrant, unintelligent…or friendly.

When I walked into line, I heard a gorgeous blonde in front of me say that she’d moved from Sweden two years ago.

I conversation-bombed (my new term similar to a photo bomb) and asked if she knew English before she “came over” or if she learned “when she got here”?

Her curt response as she looked into my evidently insulting eyes was, “In Sweden we learn English at quite a young age.”

Meaning for my response to be an apology, and an instant friendship of alliance, I explained that I had a friend in Sandviken.

“That is quite a bit North of where I live.” and she turned to select her figure-altering donuts.

A little offended myself, I was suddenly on the defensive and explained that my friend met her husband in college and learned Swedish once she moved and immersed herself in the culture.

She now looked over her shoulder as she (picked up, grabbed), snatched her box o’ lard and stated firmly, “Right now I need to head North by myself.”

Brrrr….quite the ice queen. No wonder she was headed North.