Hard to Make Arrangements With Yourself. . .
I had two students come up to me Monday and tell me how they made good choices and used their best judgment over last weekend at that much-dreaded party I mentioned a couple posts ago. One even came to speak with me during lunch. By the smile on this child's face, I could see his pride and perhaps even a little relief that he had excused himself from the stress that comes from bad choices. It felt really good to hear them putting trust in the idea that they don't have to go with the crowd in order to be liked, and to know that I had made some inroads if they really were brave enough to resist bad choices. Hooray for them.