My landlord is kind
and 100% cranberry juice is delicious, but so damn expensive
I'm going to a training with a bunch of attorneys - seasoned, hip, and sometimes both
Not sure why I'm invited, but I'm excited for the chance
Sometimes I miss the confidence of leading my own classroom,
and I surely miss the thrill of merging different voices, theories, interviews, into something tangible
(as tangible as an academic paper can be)
the feeling of having something important to say, and saying it - there is the problem of readership (it's not accessible to the ones who might most have something to say, or it's not supposed to be accessible given the way that academic work must be written, but maybe that could somehow be partially bridged)
But shit, it feels good to be able to listen to people and their problems, that they really do not deserve, and to know that their reclamos could actually be heard
and they could get back the money they're owed, or the money that can't quite pay for the suffering they endured - but it can help
but that process is long, and hard to see the end of when you're just helping to gather the facts
I want to keep a foot in that intellectual corner where I feel so alive
and do this job well, where I also feel alive and in a different way and less removed
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