Imagine that. The 10th year of Swen's words of humor, intelligence, and incredible wisdom. His thoughts have matured through the years, but he still entertains all of us with his genuine, unique voice.
348. I drive Swen to school two days a week, when our schedules align. It's only a 7-minute drive but adds exponential joy to my day, as he always has something substantive to talk about. Yesterday, it was this:
Me: Your mom showed me the video of you riding your bike down that steep hill. Impressive!
Swen: No, not impressive at all.
Me: I wouldn't do it. No way.
Swen: Yes you would. It wasn't hard.
Me: I wouldn't.
Swen: What would it take for you to ride down that hill?
Me: Eeeeek, I don't know. A lot.
Swen: You'd do it if Harris could be President.
Me: You win. Yep, I'd do it for that.
349. I substituted at Swen's school Monday. I was scheduled for a Spanish class, but when I arrived, the secretary informed me that I'd only have two periods of Spanish and I would need to sub in an art class the three other periods. Swen doesn't take Spanish, but I knew he had an art class, so I quickly checked the roll sheets, and sure enough, one of my art periods was his class. I texted Shulamith to tell her and to see if I should warn Swen. She thought I should. Here is my text thread with Swen:
Me: Hey, I'm subbing in your art class today. Do you want me to say hi or pretend I don't know you.
Swen: You don't know me!
Me: Done!
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