Joy. Dancing in the streets - literally!
I danced in the streets tonight with hundreds of people. Youngsters, Gen. Xers, Gen Yers, baby boomers. Black and white, Hispanic, Latino, Asian - we were all dancing in the streets chanting "USA! USA!" and "O-BA-MA! O-BA-MA!"
No arrogance. Just joy. Relief. Strangers hugging strangers. As though we had come through a tough time, a hard-fought war that we thought we would lose. Only to find, we won. And won not with arrogance, not at the expense of our neighbors, but on behalf of our neighbors.
All of us caught up by it all.
I have been stressed and depressed so far this semester. Feeling as if I make no difference. As if my work is too hard for too little impact, for too little money.
But tonight, I thought, if we as a nation can do this - then I as a teacher can keep doing what I do.
Yes. Hokey. I know. I am a mixture of cynicism and idealism. And thank God - idealism wins out tonight.
For yes we can.
Yes I can.
Long hard road ahead. But we have a chance now.