I don’t know if what I felt was a giant rock in my stomach, or the urge to just break out in laughter after the girl giving her speech began it with a story about birds singing and cool breezes blowing on a chilly 1988 Portland night, only to have the point of the story be the introduction of her birth. 1988? Four years after I was born? I thought she was going to segwey to something about kindergarten or sesame street or bike riding. The kids (yes, kids) in my classes are 18 and 19? It’s time to get this done.
What is it about someone telling me that somehting is hard to do/don’t do it that makes me really really really want to prove them wrong and do it anyway? Comm teacher just told the entire class that using the chalk board as a visual aid was pointless and couldn’t be integrated in a good speech. I instantly wanted to craft the best speech ever that utilized a chalk board to the fullest of its potential.
Construction has recently made this city very un-bike-friendly. It’s virtually impossible to get to many of the normal places. Cars going the wrong way down one way streets. Huge chunks missing out of entire intersections. Whole roads blocked off and a section of campus you have to get off of your bike and walk through? What a hassle.
Apartment/house/duplex/something other than what we have search lately has been- exhausting, highly stressful, very hopeful and then at many times, almost pointless. I can’t really tell what I should feel. I know we’ll find a place. I just don’t like this time in limbo.
Spent the morning at the farmer’s market. Stopped at the Beanery first for coffees and a scone. It’s mornings and days like these that make my wonder why my parents don’t understand why I’d want to stay in this town.