I said, "I'm sure I need to gather C and K and go anti-rally their rally. I'm sure we're not on the same bus!"
And you know, if I knew that there was a bus with MY kind of people going there, I'd sooo be on it.
In my twenties, I would have rather died a slow and painful death than even think about anything political. But here I am on the downhill slope to forty and I can't help but be political. I've spent too many years in education and too many years seeing and watching people from all walks of life and the challenges they face. And unlike the typical trend, I find myself being MORE liberal as the years go on. (I probably shouldn't say that too loudly here in Texas ;) ).
I find myself wondering how to combine my passion for literacy with my desire to see social reform in this country, and in the world.
I think of my hero, Paulo Freire, who used education to help unshackle the oppressed. I want to be him!
I find myself planting the seeds of insurrection in my college students' mind that all is NOT well and that we as educators MUST do our part to combat the status quo.
I don't know that the twenty-year-old me would recognize the thirty-six-year-old me at all. And I'm glad for that. Hopefully by the time I'm in my fifties I can say that I have been a change agent and that the world is a better place for my having been in it.
And in the meantime, I'm certainly going to see if I can join an anti-rally.
