It’s not that it hadn’t been graded. It’s that it’s been sitting here and there, around the house, in piles. Staring at me. So tonight i took it upon myself to organize these papers so I could hand them back tomorrow. An hour and a half later, all papers alphabetized and sorted, I hauled it into the bathroom to discover that I’d been ignoring 8.5 lbs of paper…
Ew.
In other news, I am having an incredible life, all things considered. I went to New Orleans over Thanksgiving Break (oh are you from here? No. Just leaving your family behind? yep) and discovered that it’s possible for my heart to ache for places outside the Delta. Not just the cultural aspect of it, because i love the Delta and at this point in my life appreciate every aspect of the culture in which I am immersed- I don’t need the museums and the concerts- but the need to help other people. In New Orleans moreso than a lot of other places, it’s very evident that there are people who need help that are being ignored. Driving around New Orleans and seeing the lack of action combined with the hope- it’s there. can you blame me for wanting to be a part of it? Especially that in some small way I was part of it before, though the house in which I lived is washed away.
That’s all a veiled explanation for the fact that, in my searching for what I’m doing in the future (next year future, not tomorrow future), I am considering New Orleans. And Mississippi. And culinary school. And publishing. And grad school.
Life, I told my kids- sometimes you get what you don’t want, and sometimes you want what you don’t get. You make it work, and then when it finally does, you don’t know what to do with yourself!
