Today at mentoring we had like twenty pizzas because of a mixup about picking up the pizzas. Also, our mentoring was in disarray. Before the mentoring started, there had been a fight between two girls who weren't in our program. To make this more upsetting for the girls, according to some people, the officer who broke up the fight slammed the girls on the ground, handcuffed them and pulled one of the girls' hair. One of our mentees, the cousin of one of the girls who were fighting, felt that she wanted to fight the other girl, and one of the mentors tried to talk her out of it, but perhaps this was unsuccessful. Also, apparently the facilitators didn't know the rules of the trust game that had been proposed, so we didn't get to that.

Anyway, when we went to the classroom, we had a different one than the one that we had earlier. The classroom was much friendlier than the other- instead of desks there were large tables, one of which was being used to store art supplies. On one of the white boards, there was a poem by e.e. cummings with the label 'concrete poem by e.e. cummings'. Also, on the window was a random poem, and on the ceiling was a cheery drawing of a road and flowers labeled writer's block. On the top of a shelf near the window with the poem were colorful biographies of Toni Morrison and Nikki Giovanni.

It was very nice, but the video we watched about charter school kids marching in lines and signing contracts made me go to sleep. Zzzz..