Interesting day.
In the morning, I headed over to Chittick to volunteer for Buddy Ball. Basically, its a place where disabled kids can play basketball. Most of the volunteers there ("pals") actually do play basketball. I can probably count off one hand how many times my aimlessly thrown shots actually made it in the basket. oh well.
I just have to say that those hours that morning were one of the most rewarding hours of my life. There was must so much community spirit in that little gym (elementary school gyms are smaller than I remember). No one really cared who won or lost, everyone was just happy doing drills and playing ball. There was even this one boy, probably in middle school or so, who was working with this really tiny kid who seemed kind of shy when it came to shooting. So the pal ended up going down on one knee so he was level with his buddy, put his well practiced hands over his buddy's nervous ones, and helped him shoot from down on the floor. It was honestly the most adorable and heart warming thing I saw in a long, long time.
Even though I honestly can't play basketball to save my life, I got a lot of fun running up and down the court watching my assigned "buddy" shoot hoops like a pro.
I might be using the bball words wrong but oh well.
Right after, I went to tutor. I'm going to say it again, just like I did all the time when I taught over the summer: I love my students. I love utterly their creativity. To a writer, creativity is gold. I just want to say to them: keep up the good work & happy holidays! <3
I also happened to be wearing a Johns Hopkins shirt. One of them saw it and asked if I was going to "Jonathan Hopkins University."
"It's Johns Hopkins. Johns with an 's'."
It's true what the students/alum say. Once you're a Hopkins student, you get kind of sensitive about the s.
physics/iple/whatever am I going to do about that JHUMUNC paper?
was that lauren?
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