Coffee: Organic Bolivian Blend, Trader Joe’s Brand
First off, some housekeeping: I didn’t promote the April contest very well; life got busy, it’s my bad. Because of that, I’m extending the deadline through May. So if you haven’t heard of it, go here and send a quick email for a chance to win a book curated by yours truly!!
Now that I’ve covered the logistical stuff…
Boy, the last few days have been daydreamy, huh? I wonder what it is – the weather? the time of year? For the bulk of my life, May meant school was almost over. I’d think about summer as one big block of activity. I’d spend school-days dreaming of games I’d play and books I’d read.
Nowadays, May’s just another tick on the calendar. It’s remarkable to me that our society’s idea of preparation is conditioning kids to a schedule that doesn’t resemble any corner of the working world. School is leisure for those that fit the right specifications – wealthy, privileged, booksmart – and a tall wall to those who don’t, but the leisure’s not the same leisure as adulthood and the wall’s a different climb than mature discrimination.
I was a teacher for a year and felt like a failure every time I quizzed a kid on the water cycle. It’s something none of them needed to know. A hundred faces waiting for ephemeral summer.
The Pardoner’s Tale, by John Wain
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Summer’s lease hath all too short a date. – William Shakespeare