Thanks for your letters about my teacher's diary. Here's something for you this week from my collection for the new teachers I mentor. Parents enjoy it, too. 

Tish

Thank you for your emails and alerts. With your help, I've been putting together this collection of  impeachment sites, articles, and resources over the past twenty weeks.  My comments will follow in the days ahead, as posts to my reader blog. Special thanks to Tom (tlees2) for helping me to keep watch.

Archives:

Impeachment Watch: Blogroll

Impeachment Watch: March 

Impeachment Watch: April 25-28 

Impeachment Watch: April

War Tax-Protest

Following are some of today's impeachment headlines and stories. Thank you for your emails and news alerts. 

April 29, 2007, Update:

Protesters demand impeachment as Bush speaks at Miami-Dade College, Rawstory report by Larisa Alexandrovna here.

Ithaca hosts Impeachment Rally here.

Anti-War Protesters in Reno call for impeachment of Bush, Cheney here.

Salt Lake City Rally calls for Cheney's impeachment here.

Nebraskans for Peace Organize Impeachment Rally here.

Pix of Impeachment Rally Eureka, California here.

Bay Area Protestors call for Bush's Impeachment here. 

Ocean Beach Impeach photos here  and here.

Atlantans Spell I-M-P-E-A-C-H with Candles here. 

Murtha says Dems could consider Bush impeachment here. 

Murtha Floats Impeachment as 'One Way to Influence the President' here.

Conservative activist Viguerie urges Gonzales impeachment here.  

University of Utah Law Professor's Impeachment Tutorial here.

April 28: National Impeachment Day here. 

Kucinich Introduces Articles of Impeachment here. 

Impeachment Watch: April 25-28 here.

More soon,

Ticia

The California Democratic Party approved a resolution on Sunday to begin withdrawing U.S. soldiers from Iraq and calling on Congress to investigate the actions of President Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney and take appropriate action, including impeachment.

The impeachment resolution calls on Congress to investigate abuses of power by Bush and to "take necessary action to call the administration to account with appropriate remedies and punishment, including impeachment."

Full story here.

     She is winsome, deep feeling, but not sentimental. She's nine. She can tell you every detail of the last soccer play on the field in between our other conversations.

     Mano.  No lo hizo.

     She missed a lot of school because of head lice.  She is in reading recovery and scored 83% on her language tests last week.  Her mom has seven of them, you can see them all from a quarter of a mile away, walking hand in hand, a troupe across the dirt road, them holding up mom, pregnant again (you can't tell from the back), mom pushes a stroller.  It is pure and graceful to see them each day in the spotless morning air, walking to school, navigating their little pilgrimage from trailer-shack to classroom. 

      The other kids tell me that sometimes she comes for the free school breakfast, but then goes back home sick, with a deep cough. She's not good at any one thing.  She volunteers at the library, and she tried out for choir and was accepted. Grappling with her mediocrity for two years, I've tried to balance her out, her math is coming along, she is functioning at grade level. I realize when I stop to think of her that dreams and talents and being good at any one thing have partly to do with affordances she has not known.  She got toothpaste and a toothbrush for Christmas. I am filling out the forms now for the free dental care, before her mouth gets out of control.    

     She's no one's poster child.  She's got a mom and a dad and brothers and sisters. She has her teacher.  She was erasing the whiteboard during recess today, using cold water and a paper towel, the way I like it done.  She recorded the academic game points for each team neatly on a piece of paper, before performing the erasures. She hands those across the desk.  I am trying to get some Sudafed into my system before the bell rings. We trade looks.  A water bottle appears, uncapped.  She set the cap next to the bottle.     

     Go get some lunch, mi hija, I tell her.

     Did the bell ring?

     The bells are off, it's testing.  You and Lupe, go. Ya gotta eat.

     My classroom empties of children for 4 minutes and 45 seconds. I'm zoned.  I grab keys, the kind with the plastic telephone chord you wear on your wrist, the one with the whistle.  I should be in bed.  My throat. I am scared to think of it.

     Her spring photos came out beautiful, but they got sent back to the company, no one to purchase them.   I purchased one.  I pin them all up on the bulletin board during state testing.  The wall reads, "The Best Kids in the Whole Wide World."  The kids line up next to it, so it gets a lot of commentary.  

     I  think my throat probably got infected from the kids coughing on me, so I stand up dizzy and phone up the doctor's and ask them to refill my penicillin. I'm scared of running out before summer. I hang up the phone and slowly realize that now I'm crying. There is no way I am leaving them with a sub during these state tests. I'm showing up if they have to wheel me in here.

      I'm thinking of this under-accomplished, mediocre, skinny little kid whose been with me for two whole years --third and fourth grades. The weight in her eyes is the weight you see in an eighty-year-old. She is so homely, until you get to know her, and then there is this exchange.  You exchange everything false for her reality and you're made altogether well. There are no bells today, but still you hear them.