Oh, and Matt says hey.
Well, to set everyone's minds at ease, I am still alive. A little dusty, a bit tan, but alive nonetheless.
I have had a killer summer- spent a while in Mallorca, then an awesome week in Scotland, which could be summed up quite nicely with two sexy photos:
Oh, and also, we stumbled upon The Fringe Festival while we were there, which was pretty awesome. Scotland has far more going for it then Haggis and Headbutts, ladies and gentleman.
I started my new job as an assistant principal (read about the lengths I went to for the gig here! Egyptian cheap plug!) and have been pondering, in between meetings, what would or would not be appropriate for me to talk about on my blog, now that I am, in some way, shape, or form, a boss. In fact, even being called that by people has been an adjustment in and of itself. It is an interesting transition, for sure, and one I am still coming to grips with. The best so far is when I meet people, and we get to talking, and they find out I am an AP. So far I have gotten one of two reactions. Either the awkward double take, followed by an apology for the double take, or, even better, "Oh, fuck you. No you're not. You? No. You?"
Those of you who have been following the news whilst inside The Rage Cage know that shortly after I arrived here Egypt started going down a rather dark path involving violence, death, anger, and even a day officially called "The Day of Rage" which I thought was, while mostly tragic, still a bit funny to me personally.
Now this isn't, and never will be, the kind of blog where I wax all political and give my opinions on Important World Events and stuff. Mostly because there are much more thoughtful places to read opinions on what's happening everywhere and who is trying to marginalize who. Most of those types of things are written by people who get to be on TV or at least have a post spread around on Facebook status pages in between shots of carved watermelons and finger wagging directed at Miley Cyrus.
Also, given my new position of authority, I do not think it'd be very appropriate for me to voice an opinion or take a side on what's happening. I have, however, been down this road before, many times, and there is one constant that always gets to me. Regardless of one's political beliefs, let's all find some perspective: children have been injured and killed in this conflict. No one should ever be in favor of, or cheering on actions, that lead to that kind of outcome. Having been an educator for twelve years now (goddamn I'm old), I can say that there is not a three year old alive who has an opinion on the separation of church and state, or has a desperate need for one person to rule a country over another one. So, when, as part of your political or religious beliefs, you are either advocating the death of children or putting a child in harm's way because of your own ideals, I think you've officially lost the plot. I had the same, sick to my stomach feeling seeing 5 year old's at protests out here as when I would see babies wearing "Romney 2012" T Shirts. Kids should be allowed to be kids, whenever and wherever possible, for as long as they can.
So, how about adults have their arguments, fight their wars, argue about whose God is more well endowed, decide whose freedoms are more important, which Batman actor has nailed the role (Keaton FTW!) and let kids alone to poke things and look for bugs?
Even as a toddler, Suzie Lou knew in her heart of hearts that America needed a more lax regulatory policy.
Okay, rant over. I have placed my opinionizing monocle back in it's drawer.
What was that? How's Cairo?
Oh, thanks for asking, dear sweet reader. Yes, I've missed you too.
So far I haven't had a chance to see much of anything, due to my new job and the political situation here. One of my duties has been going to the airport to meet new teachers. This, combined with a (recently modified) 7pm curfew, has meant that my nights have been a blur of driving through checkpoints, showing papers, being searched and/or questioned (usually very politely), and explaining to new teachers that those guns will probably not be pointed anywhere in their immediate vicinity.
Good stories have come from these trips. I saw a donkey walking around alone at 2 am along a stretch of highway that was completely empty. I had a soldier, upon finding out I was American, ask if I liked rap music. I got to be on the bus when two children witnessed their first (hopefully) gang style beatdown about thirty feet away from us.
So, all in all, good times. But, as one can imagine, it definitely cut into my socializing.
I will say this about Cairo, though. I am writing this at 930 in the morning, and once I finish I'm going to get 2 Egg Macmuffins (with hash browns of course), a box fan, a case of beer, and a water cooler delivered to my house.
So, that's pretty sweet.
Luckily the late night airport runs are all in the past now. The new teachers are here, we've been on the job for a week, and the students come in on Sunday for-
Oh, wait, that's right. We have been delayed to September 15th.
Unexpected time off, due to the uncertain situation out here.
Hmmm . . .
You know what? I think it might be time for a good, old fashioned Egyptian Road Trip!
To be continued . . .