PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT TO SHUT ME UP

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

it's been a hell of a year

it really has been. glimpses:

+ my ass on an concept-2, staring straight at the ergo, wondering what the fuck I am doing and how the fuck I got there, knowing only that I have to pull, pull, pull harder, KICK POWER, DAMN IT, KICK POWAAAAAAA

+ watching a man jump off a bridge, unafraid, straight into the water below. Coach Imran told me they do this all the time for fun.

+ looking at apps for A-level schools, wondering where I'd end up, confused, lost, dazed...

+ being in a car going idontknowhowfast, hitting a speed bump and flying for what seemed like a minute. Just flying. Afterwards we looked for drumsticks that went out the window during the flight.

+ looking at a victim of a brutal rape, the dark marks on her cheeks where the rapist bit her. hearing her story. the quiet couragehopestrength of people pitted against a cruel, cruel system filled with loopholes and assholes. Feeling hopelessly lost, helpless, sad. Feeling angry.

+ amazing literature classes.

+ helping plan a curriculum. feeling like something I've done matters.

+ plays! I went to plays! I like plays very much.

+ that time I thought I'd won the lottery...

+ unlearning fear, slowly emerging .

+ working at frere hall.

2 comments:

  1. You know, you remind me a lot of me when I was your age and living in Pakistan :).

    Good luck!

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  2. I'm glad that you can understand/relate to this, and thanks! I need some luck. :)

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