VS
feels weird to not see people from work, to not be part of that amazing institution anymore. sometimes we absentmindedly wipe our first experience clean, leaving no room for old days to open and shut like clams in the tide of our memory. but im guessing this is one that might live for quite some time. those days when i felt like a floating boat at work (why are they so adult? am i not too young to do this?), a little lost and unsure because this was no longer my little island of dreamy idealism. and then came the day when i was trusted to teach 41 bright, privileged and mischievous boys the trick to imagine, when at the end of it all i found myself appreciating their bourgeoning creativity and intelligence with awe. and between new found friends, we laughed, shared so much, indulged in childish likings for silly things back in our little workroom, spent so much time together that some of us might have fallen and hurt ourselves in the smallest way, because it was everybody's first. we gave all we could to the boys, we felt tired and drained but with every ounce of satisfaction our hearts grew a little deeper. and thats reason enough to love what i'm doing.