How do people change so much from one day to the next?  One day, my three boys are just crazy, however the next, they all three come with all the homework done and excited to learn.  Then, just 24 short hours later, they are back to square one!  It seems like they would just get in a patter, hopefully the one of being good, and stick to it.  The days go by so much faster when the teacher is in a good mood.  (Well, they go by so much faster FOR the teacher when he is in a good mood.  Maybe not for the boys.)  The day went on, and finished.  It wouldn't have finished had the boys not had PE today, which takes them out of my hair for the last hour of the day.  What a relief!  It was like the weekend had already came!

After school, the boys like to play basketball on their outdoor court and al

ways beg me to come play.  I remind them it isn't fun for them, because I haven't ever lost a game when playing them.  (The rim is about 8 foot high with a bend down rim, therefore, I can dunk it on my knees.  Not fair at all)  They still always want to play.  I changed my clothes and walked through the preschool room to exit the back way of the school.  When I walked through, I stopped to pick up Zachary (the little boy in my facebook profile picture with the awesome dreads).  I have really become attached to this little trouble maker that no one wants to be responsible for.  He is always so happy to see me coming because he knows he is going to get some attention.  After I put him down to head on out, Mrs. Marcie, the teacher, said, "Zachary, tell Mr. Isaac bye."  All of a sudden I hear this, "Bye daddy."  As I turn to see him reaching his arms back out at me to pick him up again.  Mrs. Marcie lit up as she had never seen Zachary this way with a male figure.  At first I won't lie, it kind of struck me in a very weird kind of way, that was a little uncomfortable, but then I realized how awesome it really is for Zachary to have someone actually care about him, and to know that I was someone making a difference in this kids life changed it all for me.  His dad is either in jail or left his mother shortly after he was born.  He has never had a male figure in his life.  This then struck up a conversation about th

e majority of the children at the school who don't "have" father-figures.  This just made my heart break as I picked Zach up and he just laid his head on my shoulder so peacefully.  I just wanted to stick him in my pocket and kind of steal him.  I just pray that when I leave, someone else (male wise) could take an interest in him and become a great role model.  Because at the age of three, Zachary is already on the path to living a very unsafe and unhealthy life.  His actions in class are just so much different, violent and uncaring than the other children.  That is except when I am with him.  He straightens right up when I am close by.  It is an awesome thing!

(The picture is of Zachary left and Andre right.  Who wouldn't want those kids?)  

Tonight, and every Thursday night, was community night as we come together as a house and talk about the week, goals, and everything else that we feel like needs to be discussed.  We also eat the one meal of the week together that we are all home for.  It really is a fun time to get to know the room mates a little bit better, as we all have such drastically different schedules.  It is amazing that we have one night even that we can all be together.  However, next weeks community night will have to be at Amelia Earhart stadium, as I coach my first football game ever.  It is very exciting to be reaching that point, however, very frustrating as we still have not had a real practice.  The boys can't even run plays outside the school anymore.  We can only do little drills, but the other coach thinks it is a waste of time, so he calls of practice.  Oh well I suppose.  But I feel like we raised a lot of money to have a good experience and learn to live with what we have, not just put things off because we don't have Miami Dolphins Stadium to practice in.  However, the season will go on, and I just pray that I will have an impact on these guys as players.  Sometimes I feel like I expect too much out of them, such as looking sharp at school.  Everyone must wear a tie, but they always have them half-way pulled up.  When I see this, I stop my team and make them look good.  It isn't much to ask, but they seem like it is such a huge deal.  They are used to sagging the pants and wearing baggy shirts.  If I can get them to the point where they care about what they look like, and want to look as nice as possible, it will be amazing, but we have a long ways to go.  I'm determined to make it happen!