One of Those Thought Dumps

Random notes from my phone, edition 562: -The sunset doesn’t belong on concrete -Alison Krauss, Oh Atlanta -They’re joyous versus jaded. They haven’t been burnt yet. They aren’t tattered or worn down by ignorance. They are bliss at it’s finest. -I find a sense of home in these people. These roots. From long nights. And

brave-faced

Brave-faced I sit in class.I put on this mask before my backpack gets thrown over my shoulder and I walk up to those steps-Second floor…        I’ve                Done this before.Walking these same stepsTaking these same breathsIt’s monotonous      Monochromatic doors                 Same color tiled floorsWhite tiled ceilingsWhite board washed wallsIt’s appallingGraveling over content      Grumbling and stumbling-                -no,Bullshitting through papersI’m numb

To My Long-Distance Traveling Buddy,

712 got a new door. The house looks a little less run down these days. You know how the faded, dirty yellow kind of just blended in to the chipping dark green door? The door underneath those three windows. Sometimes I stare at them as I drive by on my way home and think of

Camp: Summer 2

A few days ago I had a conversation with the Program Director at Rocky Mountain Village, the camp I worked for over the summer. She asked me some questions, I gave some answers, and…I got a job! At the beginning of this school year, I couldn’t dream of doing anything other than camp this up

A Degree In Hipocrisy

I’m sitting here with a pit for a stomach watching kids find slopes of lines that only exist on worksheets. There has to be another way to teach children necessary math skills. Or maybe we need to rethink our necessities. I’m watching instruction that resonates with only some students. He’s on number 4 when every

Sleeping Dreamer

You’re a sleeping dreamer in that you never let your ambition get out of bed in the morning when you throw on your three day old socks-Too broke for laundry detergent and too pathetic to even recognize laziness when you see itYou sit in your destiny like a shit filled diaper, letting it smear you

I’m a wandering wonderer.

I’ve been wondering a lot lately. I wonder about our sense of being and if there really is a “sense” to all of this or we just pretend there is to make ourselves feel better, because as one, we aren’t really all that much. So I wonder where I could go if my feet were