I can never come up with interesting titles for these things.

Today was an eventful day. It started off pretty poorly since I have decided to begin to eat healthier and missed my morning cup a' joe. :( Also I'm still sort of sick, although I'm feeling 20 times better than I have been. I've been tentatively diagnosed with asthma and am being treated for sinusitis, and might start treatment for another thing soon if I'm not feeling better in a week or so.
When I got to work it was all the regular stuff, getting forms ready for new and returning students, making sure everything is in place, calling parents, making copies, etc. etc. Then there was this parent that came in, a new parent that wanted to enroll her twins for next year. A black woman with long fingernails and tall hair that went through the process like everyone else. It's amazing how immediately and completely you judge people, how I can judge people without any thought to what your judgment might mean. She was unemployed, only worked a little last year, and had recently moved back in with her mother. Kids had a different last name, both with very "ethnic" sounding names. She was searching for a job, but no one was hiring.
She also had a master's degree in education.
Wooahh, hold on. A master's degree? This shocked me, mainly because I thought this secured a job for you. I guess in this economy that's not necessarily true. Also, in my mind her appearance and her degree did not match up. It will definitely make me think twice about the judgments I pass on people while working there.
A house sits right in front of the center, with porceleine deer and birdbaths, an old single story circa-late 70's home with the square windows and the older people with pickups that live there. Today it almost burned to the ground. During my lunch break I watched in horror while smoke billowed from the windows, as two older women emerged holding each other while the firetrucks and police cars burst onto the scene. Volunteer firefighters were some of the first to arrive, jumping out of trucks and hastily pulling fireproof suits over clothing. The two older women just sat there helplessly, and I felt guilty for watching as what I presumed to be other family members arrived, a younger man holding the two as they appeared to sob. I walked back to the teacher's lounge to finish my salad and self-made trail mix wishing that I didn't see what I saw.
Later in the day a mother came by to enroll her child, a precocious 3-year old who loved running and grabbing things that looked like they were interesting. With her was her older 5-year old cousin, who also enjoyed running but was a little more reserved in what he grabbed. I was babysitter for the 30 minutes it took to enroll the young girl. While the older boy was carefully doodling very rigid geometric shapes that were what he called either "prison" or "president"; I couldn't quite catch what he meant. The young girl hastily scribbled all over 5 or 6 sheets of paper, each time exclaiming LOOK! with a shriek whenever she finished her drawing. I chased them in high heels as they ran all around the center and in the playground outside. They were so interesting, the way the interacted with each other and differences in their personalitites.