I remember a conversation I had with an acquaintance back in January about what jobs I wanted to apply for. I told her that I wanted to work with inner-city kids who needed somebody in their lives who cared about them.
Today was my first day actually working with the first graders I'm supposed to have worked with since November. Very exciting, and also very "inner-city"-ish:
While one of my groups was coloring, they were wondering about why the police always have guns, which lead to a discussion about whether or not it's okay to shoot at drunk people who are doing something dangerous, which inspired one of the boys to share that his dad was in jail because he did some bad stuff -- but wait, not his dad, his other dad -- which reminded another boy of that one time he was at a party at somebody's house and cholos showed up who had guns*.
After we were done, I went and watched those same kids sing "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer" for their school assembly.
* SIX YEARS OLD, PEOPLE. SIX.