Once Were Mustangs . . .
This entry is a month overdue; if it were a pregnancy, the
fetus would be ordering cable by now.
I’m sorry. I’ve been busy raisin’ my younguns. They’re still not growed
yet neither, and the whole thing is turning out to be a rather involved
project, not extremely conducive to writing blog entries, or watching entire
Giants games online, or eating bonbons off my stomach or giving myself
pedicures or any of the things I’d be doing if I had the time. That’s just life
in the slow lane, I guess.
I had a few days' worth of life in the fast lane last month
in San Francisco, a whirlwind of power-visiting my former life. Some months back I got a packet of
very sweet notes and photos from my former students at Capuchino High (sure, go ahead, take your best shot with the coffee jokes. "Are you gonna play Latte in the big game? I hope you foam 'em this year!" But I warn you, I've heard them.) Anyway, the students were all asking if I
remembered that when I left for China nearly two years ago, I said I’d come
back for the graduation of the class of 2012. Who knew they’d remember such a
thing? But after talking it over with my incredibly supportive wife and
checking for cheap airfare, I decided to actually do it. It was a great chance
to visit friends, connect with a big part of my life that I’ve been missing,
and buy massive amounts of American products – important things like Junior
Mints and blackboard paint that you just can’t get in China. Allison also took the opportunity to order a couple of items online, so I could bring them back:
So yeah, I was basically working as a mule for the cartel. But back to our story.
It’s hard to describe just how touching and poignant it was
to see these kids after two years, not really kids anymore, on the verge of
spreading their wings and flying away to places even they know not of... I
felt incredibly lucky to see them before their great diaspora. It was a moment
that will never come again – and of course every moment is like that, though
they sail past us unrecognized – but this was one of the moments when you could
actually feel time as it courses on its unceasing way. My whole goal as a teacher was always
just to be a part of moving people incrementally forward toward were they want
to be. Seeing this group set off for their next steps made me feel a little bit
like I’d done something like that.
It was almost unfair, too, to get two years’ worth of appreciation,
distilled into two days, with none of the stacks of essays, the planning, the meetings,
conferences and paperwork that come with the job.
I went to the campus for graduation rehearsal, walked to the
football field where the senior class was filling the bleachers, and the minute
I looked at them I knew I did the right thing in coming. There was a core group
of about 75 of these students I’d taught for two years, from 2008 to 2010, and
this was my last group moving through Cap; it was a special feeling to see them
all again after that long two-year break. These were the little Freshies I had
taught to sit upright and hold a pencil just ten minutes ago, it seemed, and now
they would be taking off for Berkeley, UCLA, the University of the College of
San Mateo, Starbucks, you name it. Also, in case I needed any more proof that
God loves me and wants me to be happy, here it is: my old colleagues plugged me into the graduation rehearsal,
having me play the role of the board member who, during the actual ceremony the
next day, would hand them their diplomas and shake their hands, what we called the “shake and take.” So, I got to
have a moment to say hello to every single graduate, hug them, tell them it was
good to see them – and because of the nature of graduation practice, as each
one approached me, I got to hear his or her name read aloud, as if from heaven
itself. Now, I’m confident that I
would know the names of nearly all of them readily anyway, even after two years
away, despite the fact that it’s possible for me to mix up the names of my
own children. And, given more than an instant, I am sure my batting average
would be 1.000. And yet, if you only have an instant, and you’re jet-lagged,
and have a mild case of obliviousness anyway, well, wow, batting 1.000 is a
pretty high standard, and I would hate to unintentionally hurt anyone’s feelings
by groping for a name and saying “Yes! It’s great to see . . . yooouu, too!”
There would be exactly one moment in the course of an entire school year when I
could have every student’s name read for me as they approached me, and I walked
right into it. Thank you, universe! I love you, too.
After rehearsal I was able to visit with some of the
students, sign yearbooks and get sunburned to a crackling red shade in the
blazing sun of San Bruno – which is why I’m wearing that oh-so-stylish visor in
the graduation pictures from the next day. I don’t care. It was well worth it.
Thank you, thank you to my former students and erstwhile colleagues at
Capuchino. No matter where I wander, I will always be a Mustang in my heart.
Here's a small, representative sampling of pics from day:
I'll put up some more pics on another site that I won't mention by name, but it rhymes with shmacebook.
San Francisco looked just unspeakably lovely to me – with my
jet-lag I was up and running crazy early, just me and a few homeless people
hanging out together on the streets before sunrise, and I could feel every
curve and ripple of the hills in Bernal Heights and Dolores Street and the
Panhandle and Golden Gate Park. I set a brisk visiting pace, stayed with
different friends each night for four nights, pumped a small fortune into the
local economy, hit a Giants game,
had dinner at my old stomping grounds of
Trattoria Contadina in North Beach, and generally had a blast. Special thanks
to Marija, Jim G., Erik and Anastasia, Sally, Patty, and Ian, Justine and Lance,
Alice and Jamie, Jane L., Russ and Jim, Gina and Kevin and everyone at TC, Mayor Ed Lee, and the
population at large! For everyone I didn’t get to see this time . . . I’ll be
back. We’ll be back. Soon . . .
We had a great, short visit to Hong Kong, another
blast-from-the-past visit that deserves its own blog post, but regrettably
won’t get one. If one picture is really worth a thousand words, though, here
are three thousand words on the subject:
Now, back in Shanghai, we’re well into
the thick of the hot and humid summer. Kai’s school ended the year with a
rockin’ concert where he and his classmates performed “The Captain Planet Theme
Song,” and “Oats, Peas, Bean and Barley Grow.” Here he is as the element Water (Yes, Kai is the little guy. I was the smallest person in my class every year until high school, too):
And, with his Mommy and his teacher Miss Maris at the after-party:
We're almost out of time for today's episode, but we here at Shanghai Daddy would certainly be remiss if we did not mention that we now have a 4-YEAR-OLD! Here's the evidence:
And now, gratuitous pictures of cute people to take us out. Check out the boys as superheroes, and in their (monogrammed -- oh yes, monogrammed) shark towels. Hit the link to Youtube if you want to see 50 seconds' worth of them singing their shark song and doing their shark impressions.
And, with his Mommy and his teacher Miss Maris at the after-party:
We're almost out of time for today's episode, but we here at Shanghai Daddy would certainly be remiss if we did not mention that we now have a 4-YEAR-OLD! Here's the evidence:
And now, gratuitous pictures of cute people to take us out. Check out the boys as superheroes, and in their (monogrammed -- oh yes, monogrammed) shark towels. Hit the link to Youtube if you want to see 50 seconds' worth of them singing their shark song and doing their shark impressions.
I hope this finds you well, and happy – let me know.
crazy adorable :)
ReplyDeleteDavid, since I'm taking an environmental science class this semester, I must beg to differ with your gross overestimation of the Philippines' biodiversity. Although they do indeed have a lot of biodiversity, they do not have the greatest biodiversity of any country on Earth. See this link for a ranking: http://rainforests.mongabay.com/03highest_biodiversity.htm
ReplyDeleteDespite your nearly unforgivable error, I enjoyed reading your blog and am totally jealous of your amazing Philippines vacation. Give my love to Alison and the kids!