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5pm thursday-3pm friday. Like a married couple...it is all very foreign to me...yet wonderful.
I went to Rx Bandits with two of my favorite people in the whole wide world. The show was amazing. Spiritual. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday experience. I've been thinking too much since then. You look good.
The lamp in my room is broken. I have to do everything by candle light. The flame outlines the many flowers that fill my nose and everything I touch with fragrance. The colors are beautiful and I enjoy being alone.
I just found out that one of my students is dying. Her name is Kristina Dawson. She is very pretty. She is blonde. She is cute. She is a good dancer. She won't be in class tomorrow. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor this week. The doctors say it is really bad. I am not quite sure how to deal with this. I keep thinking about her. She's only ten. She has two siblings. The nearness of crying. I keep thinking of what her family must be feeling right now. I keep thinking about how many families death occurs in every day. I keep thinking about how a life can vanish so suddenly and how it leaves human hearts to make sense of it all. I think about the war. I think about Kristina. I think about all my friends who have lost. I think about the desensitization we feel towards the loss human life. We become numb to it. Watching 'reality war tv,' pictures of the dead, tales like death is some sort of foreign, surreal occurrence. I am not numb right now. Some people joke about it. Other don't talk about it. Is death something you glance at? Or is death something you embrace? I feel suffocated by it all. I think a lot of loss is like death. It just astounds me how it seems as if one is required to climb over this feeling in order to proceed forward. Is that all one can do? I don't know what I am supposed to say to the class. I don't see any sense. I don't know if sense even exists in these matters. I see a kind girl. I see a bag of Christmas candy with a drawing that says, "love Kristina."
I went to Rx Bandits with two of my favorite people in the whole wide world. The show was amazing. Spiritual. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday experience. I've been thinking too much since then. You look good.
The lamp in my room is broken. I have to do everything by candle light. The flame outlines the many flowers that fill my nose and everything I touch with fragrance. The colors are beautiful and I enjoy being alone.
I just found out that one of my students is dying. Her name is Kristina Dawson. She is very pretty. She is blonde. She is cute. She is a good dancer. She won't be in class tomorrow. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor this week. The doctors say it is really bad. I am not quite sure how to deal with this. I keep thinking about her. She's only ten. She has two siblings. The nearness of crying. I keep thinking of what her family must be feeling right now. I keep thinking about how many families death occurs in every day. I keep thinking about how a life can vanish so suddenly and how it leaves human hearts to make sense of it all. I think about the war. I think about Kristina. I think about all my friends who have lost. I think about the desensitization we feel towards the loss human life. We become numb to it. Watching 'reality war tv,' pictures of the dead, tales like death is some sort of foreign, surreal occurrence. I am not numb right now. Some people joke about it. Other don't talk about it. Is death something you glance at? Or is death something you embrace? I feel suffocated by it all. I think a lot of loss is like death. It just astounds me how it seems as if one is required to climb over this feeling in order to proceed forward. Is that all one can do? I don't know what I am supposed to say to the class. I don't see any sense. I don't know if sense even exists in these matters. I see a kind girl. I see a bag of Christmas candy with a drawing that says, "love Kristina."