Of course, I spoke. I like to think I was level-headed, patient, and kind with my words. I'm channeling a wise man who once said, "The only thing the disempowered people can do is to choose their words wisely, and perhaps, those with the power, will feel guilty by their decisions and eventually come to realize the mistakes they've made."
Shame is all we can leave upon them. There is so much we should be using to shame so many right now. Yet, that won't get the work done. And Karal is shaming me for leaving her all alone for so long.
I picked up my new glasses and, really, can't believe I'm back to a spectacled world. I thought laser surgery was a solution (and I can still smell the burning of my cornea from that procedure (and how hour laters, I thought they blinded me). I passed out after the nap to not be able to see. When I woke up an hour later, I was good to go. Growing pains.
I'm not back to my checking for keys, phone, wallet, and glasses...a ritual of middle-aged forgetfulness.
I should say, too, my students last night must have thought I was extra wonky because all my materials were left on the 1st floor, because the elevator wasn't working and the woman who said she'd bring it to my classroom simply left all the materials on the elevator when she got on and left them there).. Can't make it up.
In the end, I survived. Wounded a bit. Exhausted. But thankful to have space today to heal some. Carry on.
