Long Ways From Home

I can’t recall if I mentioned I was expecting him–but today I registered a young man from Japan.  I thought that was very cool.

But they lost the poor guy!  How hard is it to understand, that when you’re–oh, three thousand, is it?–three thousand miles from home, you need a little extra help?  I had to send out the hounds to get the poor kid to his school bus after school.  You would think the counselor or the ESL (English as a Second Language) teacher would have thought of that.  While I’m perfectly happy to help, it was not my job, so I didn’t.

Poor guy.  It must have seemed like a magic act–all day long, the bell rang and he hurried from one room to another in a mob of kids.  Then the last bell rings, and somehow 818 kids evaporate and the school is echoing and empty…

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