I have four days left with my students. The bridge that I cross on Tuesdays, the one that used to cut through so much green, now crosses through naked trees. There's a dusting of snow on the ground far below. It lines the edges of brown oak leaves.
The microwave at the bottom of the ravine is less noticeable now. Soon: buried under snowdrifts.
Over the weekend I wrote my last prep documents of the semester--no more new assignment sheets. All final projects have been assigned. There's an eleven-page revision checklist waiting in the wings for Thursday. The students are in the midst of their group presentations. I'm wearing a peacoat. It has gloves tucked in the pockets.
We have very nearly crossed the bridge.
Yes we have!
ReplyDeleteYes we can!
ReplyDeleteYou are sooo snarky!
ReplyDeleteActually, I was going to write more but I hit the publish button before I typed the rest of it and then I was like, eah.
Verification word: hoomens, which rhymes with Toomens!
Hey. Live your life, you know?
ReplyDeletecan i just ask you two easterners wtf is up with people throwing crap in beautiful natural gorges? people in cali *never* roll that way. it used to make me laugh hysterically when i first moved out here. i mean, it's not like it disappears, ffs!
ReplyDeletep.s. x, this entry is total prosetry. and that microwave shit made me laugh hard. so clear, so lovely, so true. it seemed like such a metaphor for... everything, you know?
It is such a metaphor. There are also a few textbooks and a bike down there, and someone has draped a tree in banana peels. I think it's just fucking college kids.
ReplyDeleteThen again, my ex and his college friends once drove up into the woods and shot a television with a gun, so what do I know? (Besides the fact that I wrote a cnf flash piece about it years later and got it published! BOO TAKE THAT, TELEVISION!)