I have very little to report. Most of us have been feeling sick. Dylan brought home some kind of tummy bug and gave it to Maggie and me. Sarah seems okay so far. I can’t tell about Steve. Dylan’s been a right pain today. Crying almost all day. Very cranky. I don’t feel well, which limits my patience.

We had Curriculum Night (or Open House, Parent’s Night — a rose by any other name) on Thursday. It went very well, I thought. I was told by some parents that their children were enjoying my class. That’s good to hear.

We had a September 11 memorial for our morning program on the 10th. I believe strongly in remembering. I wonder, though, how people who live with terrorism as a daily part of their lives — Israelis, for example — feel about the way we commemorate September 11. My friend is right about one thing: our lives have not changed much. We have to spend longer in the airport going through additional screening. But we are not any more cautious or vigilant than we ever were. We lived through one horrible day of unspeakable terror, and it taught us little. I am not saying we deserved what happened. I will never say that. I don’t believe it for a minute. I don’t think anyone deserves to be the victim of terrorism. Am I wrong, or do I just not see the sympathy for those in our world who live with terrorism on a daily basis? Am I just missing it? We don’t know what it is like to take our lives in our hands when we step on a bus. We don’t know what it is like to watch a bomb go off across the street. We don’t know what it is like to have our schools close because they were bombed.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making sense. I don’t feel well, and I’m tired. I do know that come November, I’m going to take my little voter registration card down the street, hold my nose, and vote for the candidate I hate least.