Three more days. The more I think about it, the more depressed I get. My students are counting down with me and with each passing day they ask me over and over again why I have to leave. Why is this so hard?
I want to learn to write without punctuation and learn to end at the beginning
- Contents of a Man’s Pockets
- My Mentor
- Finland’s Education System
Lately, I seem to be fighting for more time. Like I’m running against it, constantly trying to get ahead of it, constantly trying to run by it, side by side. We never seem to have enough time on our hands. It seems like we do, only to realize it has slipped through our fingers, escaping us by a mere second.
Long drives at night offer so much tranquility and peace that you never want the trip to end, no matter where you are going. You’re in your car with the music on, warm and cozy, the outside world in fast motion, a blur almost, and you take everything in just as fast as you zone everything out. No cars, no traffic, no commotion. Everything is wonderful 🙂
My creativity seeps out from inside of me,
Onto perforated, wide-ruled paper
As lead and ink.
It finally feels like the last day of summer. The warm rain has come to wash everything away. It’s time to get ready for fall weather.
I would be writing about how happy I am in finishing my research paper on Autism at 1:50 at night. But I won’t as I’m tired and sleepy and aching, Aching because I was sitting in a wooden chair in front of the computer for a long period of time. In all, I’m done. The paper has decided to come to a stop at the 34th page. And what a relief. I thought it was never going to end the way it was going. Sorry if I don’t get to fin—