But not really. These days are filled with being here and there and doing nothing. I last did dishes a week ago. I am trying to ignore the laundry piling up behind my closet door. I sit at work. I sit at school. I sit. And now... right now... I blog... about what? Nothing. About how I am too busy to take care of the basics... like sleeping for example.
I could write about how I am volunteering in an ESL classroom for my Linguistics class at the U. I could write that I really like it and the students. I could write about the substitute last night who I watched humiliate everyone she spoke too... How the 24 year old young man from Mexico was shaking and sweating when it was his turn to read the sentence, "Are the students in the class?” He has been in the United States for 12 years and this is the first time he has been in school. He asked me if I liked to dance. The woman who sat on the other side is from the Congo. She lived in Tanzania before coming to Utah. I am not sure how long she has been here. Another man from the Congo kept leaving the class to talk on the phone. The substitute reprimanded him in front of the entire classroom. The whole time I tried to send him good energy. I could feel that he has a lot of pain in his right shoulder. I could feel his anxiety... and I had to forgive myself for judging the substitute.
I wish I could write about work... because there is much to be said, but I can't.
I could write about how I have recently been turned onto this band...I could write about how I love the song Mango Tree... and that they are playing at Coachella in April... and that I would love to go... and I could tell you about my friend, who is more than a friend who introduced them... but that is a story for another day.
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