We all sit quietly on the bus. Today we worked, worked, and worked. I considered what my feelings meant– those of reservation and wont of solace. We’re in this beautiful place given so much power to bring forth the amazing values that the children of our nation hold dear.
Sometimes I feel like the long piece of pink polyester, likely the remnant of an inflatable, tumbling through the highway streets. I call it the urban tumbleweed flailing its extremities uncertain how to contain all this new knowledge. Each second is a learning experience, a challenge I cannot give up on. We work for something beyond us. We work for them.