Coffee: Blend 46, Counter Culture Coffee; tastes like a diner. Incidentally, had it at a diner.
I saw a kid I used to teach. First time that’s happened. I taught 8th Grade Science for 1 year in 2013-2014. I’ve blocked most of it out. Being responsible for an hour of someone’s time every day is difficult, especially when that someone is a kid. I don’t think I was the best teacher, but I don’t think I was the worst.
The kid is almost out of school now. She’s an artist, though I didn’t catch the medium. I remember talking to her mother once and her mother saying this kid was adopted and this kid was pretty stupid. It was confusing and I didn’t handle it well. I said “Well, she’s doing pretty good.” This kid was a B student if grades matter and curious in the right ways. I hope she’s proved something to her mother or at least to herself.
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus