Training ends tomorrow at 12:00...been a long week. Starting last Thursday on a plane to Phoenix, in a car to Vegas, an hours rest, a switch of hotels, a meal and my husbands eyes. Down to the final day of the work week...onto another weekend of seeing new things, experiencing that bitter sweet sense of success.
Jefferson arrives tonight and we will venture to Tuscon to look at the University of Arizona...I hear his words of 10th grade, "It's too hard--I'm not smart. Everything works against me." And I smile...here is the child who convinced himself he could not...and then decided that he could. On Sunday we visit Arizona State University and meander through the campus--this one is more a compare/contrast...what are pros and cons between the two schools...where will Jefferson feel most at home. I want him to find his "place". That space where he is comfortable but challenged, where this is a joy--it is wonder--but also real and balanced. No living half a life. No place is perfect, but some are better than others.
A funkadelic chick by the name of Sheka is going to show Jefferson around ASU. She graduated from the same high school, has a progressive view on life, understands that Bay Area mentality, gets the "ins & outs" of the more surface texture issues that are felt by a different population of students. As a resource she should be invaluable to Jefferson...in moments, the only thing that matters is that sense that someone can resonate with your hopes and fears--that they could speak to your concerns at an intuitive level...that they know where you coming from. I think Sheka has this to offer Jefferson.
So a few more days and back home. Time to catch up, to reflect, to get my thoughts out. Maybe tomorrow is the day I will get the rest of the blogs cleaned up and posted.