I woke up this morning not wanting to go to class or do much of anything.
Five minutes into my first class, I’m thinking, "Dear god, do I love teaching."
Riding the bus back to the old campus, where I have a full apartment, I’m listening to Louis Armstrong and thinking how wonderful it is that there’s music that can melt the cold black star that inhabits my heart and let the sunshine in.
And I can’t stop cryiiiiiiinng…
I think I’m on my man-period.