So Unfair

OK, honestly. I'm on the brink of filing to adopt the kid I'm observing for my education project.

He's obviously not being taken care of. Every time I go into the school he's filthy and covered in all variety of cuts and bruises. His clothes are ripped, grody and usually two sizes too big. Even though he can hardly read, write, or speak intelligibly, he remains the most serene, hard-working, enthusiastic first-grader I've ever met.

After everything he's been through, he deserves at least a good foster home.

Hey, I would make a great parent. Alex and I would take care of him. He'd love the 313. We could build him a little trundle bed and get him on a meal plan at the cafeteria. We only live a block away from the elementary school, and he would have my plethora of education major friends to help tutor him. He could play in the Quad and we could take him to plays and sporting events. And when school's over, I could bring him to camp with me. He'd like that.

I may be 19 years old with $200 to my name, but I would make sure that kid gets fed, bathed, talked to and put into clean clothes every day.

Ugh, it's just so sad. I can't get over it.