Tater started school on Thursday.  She was so anxious to go that when Klown woke her up and told her she needed to get up and get dressed, she had school that day, she came out of her room completely dressed with her backpack on.  She was so disappointed to be told she had to eat breakfast and brush her teeth first.

Silly Tater.

She has so far had two good days.  I think she’s the only blond-haired child in the school, and if her class roster is any indication, she’s also one of only three non-Hispanic children in her class.  I knew it would be heavily Hispanic just by the demographics of the neighborhood, but I didn’t realize how heavily weighted it would be.  I hope this means she learns some Spanish.  She says all of the children in her class speak English, but I know that many of their parents do not.  I’m looking forward to the cultural shift after years in the white-bread Midwest.

To get myself started, I’ve already developed a serious addiction to the sweet bread rolls sometimes referred to as “Conch” or “Aztec” bread in the grocery store. It’s official name is Pan Dulce.  I first tasted these in south Florida several years ago.

I, of course, have been working at a school since I came here.  University of Colorado Boulder starts classes on Monday, but the time leading up to that has been very busy indeed.  I went from 32 hours a week to forty hours a week almost immediately, and I could probably work 60 and still not get all the work done.  It is sometimes grueling, sometimes mind-numbing, but I’m working at my dream campus, doing my dream job, and living in my dream state near my beloved mountains.  When I go home at night exhausted and cross-eyed, all I have to do is look at my mountains to know that I have peace and beauty all around me.  And that is enough to make everything worthwhile.

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