after class
I ran out of the classroom because I was very hungry. I was going to post about how chocolate - though it wasn't that much - I can now see the negative effects - how my energy lags and then I feel oh-so-hungry.
But that's not the point. I went to Trader Joe's because I wanted a salad with chicken and "oriental noodles" and some whole wheat naan with spicy hummus. (My cravings, they're specific when I have three hours to think of them.) I ran into Tanya, whom I used to work with, and chatted it up with her and her man while they waited in line. I mentioned Africa and how I want to do research there next year. We said goodbye and I walked away when the young woman at the next line stopped me and asked, "Where were you?" And we chatted a little and she asked for my email and wants to know all about it.
Random stranger? I think not. The universe speaks.
That specific craving I had, it wasn't because of the chocolate. It was because I was an instrument of the universe. That young woman may very well end up doing something very important in West Africa because of our random encounter. Tanya, Mark, Trader Joe's - all instruments of the universe. Keeyana has something important to do, I think, and she doesn't know it yet.
I may never hear from her, and I will probably never have any idea what will happen.
But it's like when I went to Sacramento last year for lobbying and got drunk and met Mahmoud and got his email. Without that non-random interaction and our resulting communications that led me to Jordan, I would probably never have met Dayton or found this field of study that so compels me - because I went there for a month before going to Jordan. Mahmoud was an instrument of the universe - or following Allah's will, he would say.
Or like the time that I got this letter from a girl because she found my address under her boyfriend's couch. We worked together, he asked for my phone number, I gave him my address because I knew he was in the neighborhood sometimes - didn't know about the girlfriend. Anyway, we met and I told her he was a lying philanderer, and she said she thought she was pregnant, and I got her a pregnancy test - and when it showed pregnant she got prenatal care. I saw her two years later when I worked at WIC - with an incredibly adorable little boy and a husband (different man) who treated them both so well. I got to be a reality check for her. This instrument of the universe business, well, it doesn't pay well, but it has its own rewards.
And the salad? Very good.
Tomorrow, I buy doughnuts for my students. I think they did a damn fine job on the CAHSEE and I'm proud of them and I'll buy their loyalty with deep-fried sugar. (Just hope I don't forget.)
But that's not the point. I went to Trader Joe's because I wanted a salad with chicken and "oriental noodles" and some whole wheat naan with spicy hummus. (My cravings, they're specific when I have three hours to think of them.) I ran into Tanya, whom I used to work with, and chatted it up with her and her man while they waited in line. I mentioned Africa and how I want to do research there next year. We said goodbye and I walked away when the young woman at the next line stopped me and asked, "Where were you?" And we chatted a little and she asked for my email and wants to know all about it.
Random stranger? I think not. The universe speaks.
That specific craving I had, it wasn't because of the chocolate. It was because I was an instrument of the universe. That young woman may very well end up doing something very important in West Africa because of our random encounter. Tanya, Mark, Trader Joe's - all instruments of the universe. Keeyana has something important to do, I think, and she doesn't know it yet.
I may never hear from her, and I will probably never have any idea what will happen.
But it's like when I went to Sacramento last year for lobbying and got drunk and met Mahmoud and got his email. Without that non-random interaction and our resulting communications that led me to Jordan, I would probably never have met Dayton or found this field of study that so compels me - because I went there for a month before going to Jordan. Mahmoud was an instrument of the universe - or following Allah's will, he would say.
Or like the time that I got this letter from a girl because she found my address under her boyfriend's couch. We worked together, he asked for my phone number, I gave him my address because I knew he was in the neighborhood sometimes - didn't know about the girlfriend. Anyway, we met and I told her he was a lying philanderer, and she said she thought she was pregnant, and I got her a pregnancy test - and when it showed pregnant she got prenatal care. I saw her two years later when I worked at WIC - with an incredibly adorable little boy and a husband (different man) who treated them both so well. I got to be a reality check for her. This instrument of the universe business, well, it doesn't pay well, but it has its own rewards.
And the salad? Very good.
Tomorrow, I buy doughnuts for my students. I think they did a damn fine job on the CAHSEE and I'm proud of them and I'll buy their loyalty with deep-fried sugar. (Just hope I don't forget.)
posted by NOLA at 8:48 PM
1 Comments:
Ha ha ha...I brought my 2nd period donuts yesterday morning too! =)
All classes get some random prize when they hit 30 points. It's usually something cheap and small but fun, like popcorn, and most classes have gotten their prize twice so far. Second period almost had 30, lost it all when their behavior sucked, and they've been doing really good then, and rebuilding their points from 0, and they hit it just earlier this week...so they got donuts, and were quite happy about it, muah ha. Fried sugar goodness. ^_^
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