In this, my second year of teaching I have stopped panicking over being prepared for tomorrow's class and am instead worrying about higher goals, fostering a love of reading in my students, getting to know the international students I teach and focusing on not just what I'm saying, but what else it means.
On the international front I spent last night sharing an endless gourd of yerba mate, with a scholarship student from overseas. It was a rather international moment as he - from asia - shared a south american drink with me - a rather american gent, with materials gathered by a Kiwi who spent much of his life growing up in Africa.
Today we went to a mall of unusual size. He has decided I have seen some strangely large percentage of the world, and has invited me to visit his home and his family. His biological parents who he lived with - displaced persons of one of the wars of the past half century - and his legal father, a native whose identity allows him to gain citizenship and therefore receive the scholarship that brought him to my school.
In other news, I also finished a scholarship rec for another student, an apparent undocumented person living in the states for the past decade. Is qualified to apply to the ivy league, but whose parents make less than the yearly tuition. As an undocumented person, she is ineligible for federal aid. I hope it was a good enough rec.
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