Bad days exist, with cause or without. Today I felt a gloomy little cloud above my head. He was as gray as the cobblestones beneath my sandals. I am walking in over seventy-degree weather in Florence, Italy. People are out, laughing and chatting and eating wonderful food outside accompanied by a glass of wine. Why aren’t I smiling? Continue reading
She is otherworldly.
Hundreds of small islands connected by thousands of picturesque bridges, you cannot turn your head without dropping your jaw. Red, yellow, pink, and orange buildings against the bright blue sky and beautifully crafted gondolas cutting through the canals beneath your feet. Not an automobile in sight, not a care in the world. You begin to question whether or not the world outside still exists, then let the idea fade along with all other concerns.
I requested a warm affection
But received a hot addiction.
I wanted soul in his step
But witnessed stepping into his soul.
I asked for his hand
But arrested his heart.
And like a perfect rose set aflame
Burnt are the passions in love’s bitter game.
Stereotyping is human nature. As an education major I am influentially trained to treat all students the same, and all teachers are molded into politically correct individuals. But all the education in the world cannot stop the involuntary and compulsive need to judge, to stereotype, and to treat others like dirt for no reason.
I am not only talking about race. I want to focus on something more personal than the way a person looks, acts, or dresses. There is an even greater, more dangerous stereotype that does not come from strangers. It comes from your friends, your family, and all those who are close to you.
When you become friendly with another person the dynamic you share changes. It’s as if the sun has set on that awkward ‘getting to know each other’ phase and now the general way you feel most comfortable presenting yourself to that human being is brought forth. Although I never try to be “fake,” I admit that I act differently around dissimilar groups of friends. It is not something I consciously control, but I do find myself playing the class clown as well as the advice giver, depending on what others expect of me.
Frozen hearts could thaw
By your sweltering embrace.
The crisp winter breeze
Never kissed your finger tips.
And the whitest snow
Broiling beneath your boots.
I never knew a Christmas
So devoid of the bitter
Cold I once suffered
– From the Greek language, meaning “excellence of any kind.”
While finals are undressing my sanity and the lack of sleep weighs down my eyelids, I somehow still found a sprinkle of Arete in my step today.
This morning I could have been mistaken for a cast member of The Walking Dead. Running on only three hours of sleep, I will tell you I still had the biggest smile on my face throughout each class I fell asleep in.
I bought a cup of coffee without any coffee in it, and then had to return to the cashier to ask if I could go back and fill my empty cup. The woman held back a burst of laughter and said, “Oh honey, you need it.”