Learning to be tough

Every week on Wednesday, around 4pm I leave work early, rush to catch the bus (10,28,6, or 20)home so that I can quickly feed my cats, and myself, then head out my door and drive to 4th and Van Burean for two hours of mentoring. For any of you familar with Wilmington, 4th and Van Burean is not always the most pleasant place to go, but never the less, I rush through my work and make the effort to go every week. The reason? Victor.

Victor is my repeating 4th grade mentee. He's energetic and really fun to hang out with, but easily distracted. Today, instead of Victor writing on his blog. I am writing on mine. I'm finding that every week, we spend more and more time playing sports and less and less time doing the things that we are supposed to be. Things like reading, writing, doing homework and talking about life issues. So here I am, writing, hoping that at any moment, Victor will give in and write, and not want to play play sports. I'm trying not to give in and head off to the gym like we usually do. I'm sticking to my guns. Either we stay in the library and write, read, do homework or I go home.

So here I am ... watchin Victor pop he head in and out of the library .. to see if I am really going to write and read and not give in and go to the gym. ...