Well, it's the last official day of Spring Break
for me here... imagine, I come back with only 20 days of school left--ah,
the glorious hope inspired by that simple fact. Soon enough I will be leaving
my world of high school, voyaging of into a brand new experience, a blatant
opportunity to "start over"-- to be different, to leave an impression through
the vast amount of connections I hope to make in the fall. My freshman
year of high school was consumed by insecurity and introversion, and I
don't plan on letting that happen again with my next freshman year, and
all the freshman years to come for that matter. Anyways, I'm done mulling
over that for now... I'm going to see Second City tonight so that should
aid in the invigoration, vivification, and galvinization of my spirits
that began two nights ago.
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Image of the Day |
Prison Letter Excerpt of the Day - Written
April 17, 2003
My sister has always had a beautiful way with
words... to me this letter sounds like it should be in a novel or something.
But yeah, I thought I'd share it with anyone who's interested. Let me know
if you want to know more about Marie's "adventure".
| Walking to an orientation session or "chow",
I'll pass other women. We'll often smile and greet each other. Like the
compound's pristine exteriors, our smiles are facades to an underworld
of emotions of pain, longing, regret, shame, loneliness, resign, bitterness.
But we have a choice as we pass - to acknowledge each other or to look
away. We speak through the smile; making eye contact so as to recognize
our humanity and lift each other up. In that smile is an unspoken "its
alright. you're alright. We'll be alright" I am walking among the
disappeared, disenfranchised, the disposable of this country - 2.1 million
and growing. |
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