Maybe I don't really want money or jobs or our apartment to sell.
Maybe I'm afraid to gain anything because I'm afraid I will just lose it.
Maybe I'm afraid to ask because maybe what I want isn't what I need.
Maybe what I think I need will really hurt us.
We are still working very hard to find any job, to sell the apartment, to get our money back, to settle with the tenant, the Coop, our bank, etc.
In some ways, being so unsure about so many things is forcing me to live day to day.
I get up, grab a cup of coffee, make a sandwich, eat some cereal - drive my dad's '97 Cavalier convertible with the "For Sale" sign in the window to my assignment for the day.
Today I was assigned to "Phalen Lake Hmong Magnet Elementary School." There were two Hispanic kids in the class, and one white kid. The school was near my home, and I taught third grade. Elementary school tends to be a lot of work, but only in Elementary school do I get hugs. I'm a complete stranger, but it never fails that one of the students will feel the need to wrap their arms around me - uninhibited love.
In the one class, the student's were writing about their trip to "Valley Branch" - some sort of nature center, and drawing pictures under their sentences. The third graders were constantly asking for spellings, and one boy wanted to know how to spell poison. Poison? At the nature center? Another drew a picture of poop.
How can you not love a third grader?
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