Téma.
Alistál remains beautiful. I'm getting better at teaching, I think. It's all a matter of realizing your students' strengths and weaknesses, interests, likes and dislikes, and best ways of learning. I think some of them think I'm a total dork, but I am a total dork, so that's okay.
I feel like shit for admitting this, but I'm missing people so much that it's ruining this trip a bit. Jill, Mikey, of course, Dave, Lauren, my mom, and my Vermont friends -- someone's always occupying my mind. It's so hard to enjoy a moment when all you can think about is who you wish you could be sharing it with.
I climb a tree -- "Man, Colin and I would have a blast up here." I walk at night and look up at the stars, and Jill should be there with me, spouting philosophy and then lumbering around like sasquatch. I lie in bed and watch the sunrise through my window -- "If the world were fair, Mikey would be lying next to me."
32 days 'til I'm back in the states and can see Mom. 34 'til I'm in Tallahassee with Mikey. A lot longer 'til I see Dave, and longer still 'til I see Jill. Lauren -- who knows? And Colin... with luck, fall break, but that's too many days or weeks to count.
What do I do, you know? How do you endure absence so constant, so profound that it's like you're living without a part of yourself?
I feel like shit for admitting this, but I'm missing people so much that it's ruining this trip a bit. Jill, Mikey, of course, Dave, Lauren, my mom, and my Vermont friends -- someone's always occupying my mind. It's so hard to enjoy a moment when all you can think about is who you wish you could be sharing it with.
I climb a tree -- "Man, Colin and I would have a blast up here." I walk at night and look up at the stars, and Jill should be there with me, spouting philosophy and then lumbering around like sasquatch. I lie in bed and watch the sunrise through my window -- "If the world were fair, Mikey would be lying next to me."
32 days 'til I'm back in the states and can see Mom. 34 'til I'm in Tallahassee with Mikey. A lot longer 'til I see Dave, and longer still 'til I see Jill. Lauren -- who knows? And Colin... with luck, fall break, but that's too many days or weeks to count.
What do I do, you know? How do you endure absence so constant, so profound that it's like you're living without a part of yourself?