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It's October. It's becoming time for sweaters and scarves and boots and it's all happening here with the loud leaves. I have the opposite of senioritis. All of a sudden I would rather spend time with Margaret Sanger and Simone de Beauvoir than most of the rest of everyone else. I badly want to be smarter. And by smarter I mean wiser, both more and less careful -- I want to be more knowledgeable so that I will not need to worry so much. I am looking for a place where things and people and my idea of my self are indisputably better than not-that-bad.
Yesterday I went to my first yoga class. It was good and beautiful to feel things moving, shifting between vertebrae as everything relaxed. I feel it today, in a good way. Tomorrow I'm going to put four groups of five college students on the spot and make them write miniature disjunctive essays together. They're going to hate it.
Yesterday I went to my first yoga class. It was good and beautiful to feel things moving, shifting between vertebrae as everything relaxed. I feel it today, in a good way. Tomorrow I'm going to put four groups of five college students on the spot and make them write miniature disjunctive essays together. They're going to hate it.