Well, I had a teaching assignment today: grade school phy ed. I taught K-5 with another teacher. Ordinarily, there are two gyms for the classes to use, but the main gym floor was recently sanded and refinished, and hadn't finished drying, so the classes doubled up. What made this interesting were the age combinations. We had 3/4 and K, 5 and 1, and 2 and 1. First and second grade together worked the best, of course. The third and fourth graders were pretty good about helping the kindergartners. The fifth graders also helped the first graders, but there is that slight attitude change between fourth and fifth grade that made them a little more whiny about it.
While in the teachers' lounge for lunch, I overheard a few teachers discussion Wellstone's death, and the general state of affairs today. One of them was giving serious consideration to the idea that Wellstone was assassinated (an idea I have heard a number of times these past few days) and the others didn't seem to think it was outside the realm of possiblity. They contemplated the shady, sleazy, and criminal pasts of the members of the current administration. Much of what they said made sense.
Now, I will withhold judgement on the whole "he was murdered" thing. On the one hand, small airplanes in freezing rain aren't really the safest place to be. On the other hand, what better circumstances for sabotage and a cover-up? I have no evidence, other than what I am told in the news. However, what stuck with me was the fact that these weren't stoned college students or wacked-out conspiracy theorists sitting at a computer screen. These were sweet little grade school teachers, eating lunch in a homey little room filled with "READ" posters; totally normal, everyday America.
I think something is coming.
