I survived the empty classroom. I didn’t cry like I thought I might, which is a big step up from earlier this semester.
I have a bunch of ideas for blog posts that I want to write. But there’s this strange phenomenon happening to my right now: when I have the time, I don’t want to write. Then when I don’t have time (and/or I’m feeling stressed), I have an overpowering urge to write on this blog. Now is… Continue reading The worry list
The repercussions of human activity are what will threaten to harm or kill all of us, if we’re not careful, poisoning us alongside a generous landscape that can’t take anymore mining or drilling or particulate matter without reacting in a way that harms us in return because we’re already dealing with so many changes (climate or otherwise) that are undeniably the result of human carelessness and progress for the sake of profit.
I’m writing to you from the bus, the crowded morning bus, because right now it’s the only time I’m still other than when I sleep. A series of events has led me to a tough time abroad. And by “tough time” I mean depressed. The combination of two very sick grandmothers I can’t visit, too… Continue reading Fast times
Our move is over. I wish I could’ve written about it sooner, but… well it’s the middle of the semester and I’ve got way too much going on. (More on that later.) Andy was a lifesaver. The last week of March was a teaching week for me, meaning I absolutely could not carve out any… Continue reading We live on Octopus Street
On Friday, on our way to sign the lease to our new apartment, my passport fell out of my wallet. When I noticed it was gone, I frantically searched all my pockets and looked in my wallet again, only to find nothing and begin the whole process over again. Fear and automation took over. I muttered “no… Continue reading Passport’s day out
Today was punctuated by coughing fits and unplanned napping. It was a sick day to beat all sick days because I needed it so desperately. I’m glad I went to the doctor yesterday. I’m glad I got the antibiotics I needed. But most of all I’m glad I gave myself permission to call off. The policy… Continue reading Reframing the sick day