little lessons

little lessons

I could go on for pages on the ways in which Life interrupted my plans to post, but I won’t. Simply, I’ll apologize and move on. I messed up. I’ll do better.

The professor looked in our direction, put their elbows on the table and told us if we could do something else, we should.

If we were able to enter a different field, shift academic trajectories, choose another program we should. If we decide to stay… if we believe this is what we were born to do…  “my condolences.”

I’m forced to be smarter here. I am in constant state of reeducation. I walk slower now, making sure I don’t “pull” when I should “push.” I adopt mannerisms, study ways my peers talk to the professor. I study outfits, diction… Durkheim.  As a graduate student in this prestigious program, I am aware both by nature and training of those around me. The air here is dense with complex text and discussion. Therefore, I breathe with intention. At a pace. I am learning. I can feel it.

I’m forced to be selfish here. I let a love be momentary once again. A fatal combination of free time and emotion led me there. And here. On my bed. Writing. I’m at peace. The goodbye was necessary, yet I remind myself it takes more than one to measure a relationship’s worth. Twenty two with two jobs and a thesis on the way… I need to be selfish in love. I am in a constant state of reeducation.

I’ll do better.

4 thoughts on “little lessons

  1. I am obviously just an older white lady but I grew up in Los Angeles surrounded by an incredible variety of Hispanic nationalities. I know from your previous writings that you are smart, well educated, and yet challenged by the common misperceptions of the Caucasian educational system you inhabit. Don’t apologize for anything, even something as inconsequential as your delay in writing a blog post. I know you are capable of accomplishing the goals you have set–I’ve seen it happen all around me by good people whose names may have an accent mark in the middle of them. You will come out of this process much stronger and much more empathetic than the misguided souls who have stood in your way. Besos y abrazos…

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