Today i woke up early- because I was supposed to go to East Point library and teach this class. It takes an hour on the marta to get there from where I stay. Its a fucking ridiculous commute but thats besides the point.
I just barely missed the bus- i ran- with my best track skills combined with my arthritic knees and tried to catch it but failed. Just choked in the brown exhaust it blew in my face.
Theres no recourse- had to wait 20 minutes for the next one.
I sat on the train angry at myself, watching the minutes tick by resisting hearing shoulda coulda wouldas in my head. When i got to the train, the station was installing their breeze system forcing me to walk around the entire opposite end of the station just to get out...insult to injury right? I dont make excuses but I' hate when i mess up. I sat there on the train nervous- for being late and about teaching this class by myself. I got there- they were all there, ready to learn. Out of breath i started my course.
It's all over and the only thing i can do at this point is do better next time.
I fdont know how my teach for america roomate teaches everyday to second graders. I would kill myself.
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I'm so tired. Tomorrow i have to get on that plane. Flying takes a lot of mental energy for me- i'm so afraid of flying. I might try to get drunk and pass out- thats what i usually do.
Tomorrow ill get to see family. My cuz is graduating stanford. Favorite is already out there, im dying to take her around the 'town'. And ill get to see how hyphy Angel has gotten since she moved there a year ago to this month.
Bay food, bay music, east bay, bay weather, bay views, bay clubs, bay gays and bay fam.
sincerely yours
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that was funny. have a safe flight and loads of fun times
(jealously waving from under a pile of papers and obligations...) HAVE FUN!
bay views, indeed. nothing else like it...
(in reference to east point) when i road marta in my senior year, i think it taught me patience and accountability. when i was late i had to wait for the next bus (what was i going to do, just not go to class?). and nobody believes/ wants to hear that it was the bus's/ train's fault. i learned my lessosn well, i think. i'm close enough to my job and can walk to work now...
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