About 25 years ago, maybe more, my husband and I signed up to teach in Japan for two years. About a week before we...
Later that day I heard Robs was closed to seniors, although this wasn’t confirmed. The day after that we were locked down and urgently told to stay home.
At 10:30 yesterday morning I was sitting in an empty classroom in PSU, smiling to myself. My class had just ended: we had had a very good discussion of the short story “Flowers for Algernon” in which a young man with some serious learning disabilities was used for a scientific experiment in creating intelligence by manipulating the brain through surgery.
He had somewhat unintentionally killed another young man who had done wrong by his sister and had fled Russia and was happily touring Europe when civil war broke out.
Then we had Trump envisioning a beautiful Easter with the newly freed population pouring into churches to give thanks. Fortunately, that plan didn’t last too long.
The day the Ampatuans were convicted and sentenced to life in prison happens to be the same day that Donald Trump was officially impeached in Washington. My eldest grandson, a very promising journalist, was jubilant.
But now she is returning to the United States, mostly for health reasons, and she has left a wonderful gift to PSU, a gift of expertise she has gathered through many years of work, study, and avid interest in Special Education and Special Olympics.
Many years ago when I lived in Mindoro, I had a friend who was actually from Palawan, and as it turned out, from a well-known family here. She was from the Fernandez family, one of a set of twins.