Musings of a Winter Wren
Their relationship was like a small raised flowerbed that she had tilled and fertilized with attention and love. But alas, the soil was barren. She could not cultivate a single thing. So she left. It still makes her sad, even now. All those moments wasted missing him when they were apart.
I saw a guy on the sidewalk. He looked like he had just climbed out of a coal mine. All his nooks and crannies were filled with inky resin. At first he was propped up against the brick wall, passively squatting and nodding off like a child in a car seat. He must have been dreaming about the opiates he had put in his arm.
I have a math student, P. He’s a tough kid with a hopelessly young face. Every day at the beginning of class I hand back the previous day’s homework. And every day P balls it up right in front of me and throws it in the trash. Yesterday while handing back homework, I thought I’d save him the trouble. I balled it up for him. And dropped it on his desk like a cat toy.
It's a cool-trendy thing to listen to This American Life. Go figure.
Last night I saved a little white kitty from being flushed down a toilet. I mean the cat was quite literally in the potty, water swirling around its wiskered head.
Today I had my environmental science classes get into small groups and research six separate recyclable materials. The first of several questions they had to address was, "List everyday examples from your category." The group research glass came up with the following: light bulbs, bottles, mirrors, eyeglasses, bongs and windows.
I got an email from my mom yesterday. Apparently, she's still be mad at me because instead of closing the email with 'mom' she closed it with her name. Apparently, she's no longer my mom.
I was at some raucous college party where I snorted a bit of coke. Just a teeny tiny bit. It was fun. Then some skinny naked guy ran into the room and rubbed the white powder all over his face. He was having a fabulous time, obviously. I just giggled and wiggled my toes.
I’m at my parent’s house, peering outside the back porch door. The wind is picking up something fierce and the sky is filled with dark, foreboding clouds. The four tall pines that boarder our modest lawn bend down like old men. I am aware of the mounting danger and instinctively I know that I need to walk two blocks to the only building in the neighborhood with a solid basement. It’s my old preschool. It’s called Peace Church. I am traveling these two blocks with my mother. I am responsible for her safety. We get into the alleyway behind our house and that’s when I see a tornado touch down. This first one gets really close to us. I pull my mother’s arms around my waist and tell her to hold on while I grip the trunk of a tree. Our legs fly out from under us and for some time we are like a kite caught on the base of the tree. The twister gets very close and spits dust in our eyes, but then it capriciously spins away. We continue to move down the alley and cut through yards, dodging tornadoes all the way. Eventually we make it to our destination.
Oh baby, I feel so down.
I called my friend this afternoon and left, what could be, the most pathetic voicemail in the history of voicemail. It went something like this:
In other words, Great Friday. School is out today so I woke up late and made a fruit salad for breakfasts. While preparing said breakfast, I sang a really crappy/bad Michael Jackson song. When I came to the chorus, I substituted the real lyrics "Dirty Diana" with "Sticky Banana" because that seemed more relevant to the activity at hand. It went something like this:
At this very moment, I'm at a downtown coffee shop studying GRE words while simultaneously and surreptitiously sitting in on some "natural cosmetics" pyramid scheme meeting going on at the table next to mine. I am learning so much! Not about butt cream. No, I am learning about the women. Who are these creatures? Can we really be apart of the same gender? What's with all the vacuous compliments? I feel like Jane Goodall.
I presented one of my classes with some facts about human population growth yesterday and immediately they began to spew ignorant, backward comments. Some honestly believe people in continental Africa have babies because they're bored and have nothing better to do. Others said that people in developing countries are too stupid and uneducated to know that sex leads to children!! Then somebody suggested we simply bomb Asia to be rid of the overpopulation problem.
I've been gathering new materials for my environmental science classes lately. I came across a study about behavioral, psychological, and social responses to overpopulation/overcrowding in animals. One particular study observed overcrowded rat populations. Here's what they found:
5. Fill in the blank. As food energy moves from one trophic level to the next, energy is lost in the form of __________ at each and every step. (1 point)
Pit Pat told my parents about the kid. I wonder if they were waiting for him to say 'April Fools?' Anyway, they are happy for him. I know this is true. But that didn't stop mom from making some dumb-ass comments.
