Starting to Congeal?

Fridays

I had a lot to say about my adult class the other night. It was one of those exchanges you don't want to forget, a real east-meets-west-er. I had a lot to say and I kept coming here to put it down, but its too much too write. I couldn't just write the bare bones of what I said and what they said. I'd spin off into territories of self-introspection. Which maybe I don't need to do. Hannah, let's just remember the moment when you let the class break and you went to the bathroom to wash the marker from your hands and then you looked up and into the mirror and smiled and laughed and thought "oh geez this is exactly what I had in mind" one and a half years ago.