the best part of the day

I have an Italian friend who rides the bus with me now. She speaks English and Turkish, is married to a Turk, and has a one year old at home. She has been talking about the struggles she having in the middle school classroom.

She realized today that the students don't respect her when she speaks Turkish, but will listen more to English. (Forget the Italian she's trying to teach).

Her school let's out at 4:05, and our buses leave at 4:15. I said, "You really have to hurry to catch the bus then!" She said,

"Yes, but we run to the busses with pleasure."