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meme time

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I prefer good memories to bad, but I'd rather have honest bad memories than made up memories. Please do comment, and if you post this in your journal I'll respond in kind. Thanks.

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sanba38
Jun. 10th, 2008 11:21 pm (UTC)
When I taught English in Washington, DC, I co-taught with an English to Speakers of Other Languages teacher, a former attorney. Although his father was from northern Minnesota, his mother was from Panama, and he grew up in the Canal Zone. His grandmother refused to acknowledge the existence of Panama as a state, insisting she was from Gran Colombia.

Robert's wife was Puerto Rican, and he taught my students how to dance. I remember going to the Hispanic Heritage event for the DC Public Schools with the Fabulous Merengue Dancing Fifth Graders (not that we really called them that). They made me dance with the Superintendent of Schools.

Robert was great to have in a school where more than half the students were black, more than half the students were Latino, and a good chunk of the teachers were white.

"You've got a problem with black people, you have a problem with me. You have a problem with Latinos, you have a problem with me. You have a problem with white people, you have a problem with me!" Everybody loved him, so we all got along most of them time.

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