Pumasok sa eskewelehan (School is opened)
6/17/07
Summer was a flurry of activity. The main events include two major workshops and one very sad memorial commemorating the passing of a dedicated fellow volunteer, a woman I truly admired. And now another school year lies before me like sweat trickling down my back on a humid, sunny morning, slowly and inevitably but with hope. Chalk caking the underside of my fingers, manila sheets of lecture notes, refusing to lie flat, flapping in the breeze of the fan and outdoors. The inevitable nausea and half hour snooze/collapse on my desk that follows my two hour classes due to only one working fan in a very hot tin-roofed classroom.
Summer was a flurry of activity. The main events include two major workshops and one very sad memorial commemorating the passing of a dedicated fellow volunteer, a woman I truly admired. And now another school year lies before me like sweat trickling down my back on a humid, sunny morning, slowly and inevitably but with hope. Chalk caking the underside of my fingers, manila sheets of lecture notes, refusing to lie flat, flapping in the breeze of the fan and outdoors. The inevitable nausea and half hour snooze/collapse on my desk that follows my two hour classes due to only one working fan in a very hot tin-roofed classroom.
Summer was a flurry of activity. The main events include two major workshops and one very sad memorial commemorating the passing of a dedicated fellow volunteer, a woman I truly admired. And now another school year lies before me like sweat trickling down my back on a humid, sunny morning, slowly and inevitably but with hope. Chalk caking the underside of my fingers, manila sheets of lecture notes, refusing to lie flat, flapping in the breeze of the fan and outdoors. The inevitable nausea and half hour snooze/collapse on my desk that follows my two hour classes due to only one working fan in a very hot tin-roofed classroom.
Summer was a flurry of activity. The main events include two major workshops and one very sad memorial commemorating the passing of a dedicated fellow volunteer, a woman I truly admired. And now another school year lies before me like sweat trickling down my back on a humid, sunny morning, slowly and inevitably but with hope. Chalk caking the underside of my fingers, manila sheets of lecture notes, refusing to lie flat, flapping in the breeze of the fan and outdoors. The inevitable nausea and half hour snooze/collapse on my desk that follows my two hour classes due to only one working fan in a very hot tin-roofed classroom.
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