Mood Swings (and a poem just for kicks)

If I walk under the sun

my breath can lift me away

from the cardboard box bedroom

breaking the ice from my eyes onto the floor every morning

waking into darkness

I find my windows in other places:

laughter on the wall,

the first child I see,

a glance from someone who knows

And I am talking to you

across a universe

wiping my own tears

because you can't reach far enough

This is by no means a complete poem. What it is is an illustration of the crappiness that was the first half of my day. It got so crappy that I sat down and wrote a poem, for god's sake. While my kids colored I sat at my desk and stared off into space and scribbled in the notebook I decided would be the Poetry One.

By second period I could feel my vocal chords giving up. My energy had evaporated. Then I don't know what happened, but something switched on. My afternoon classes floated by and before I knew it I was getting everything ready to go. The boss came in to talk about a boy who had recently been moved up a level, and after I spent a good 7 minutes spouting my opinion at him (which I was very proud of, by the way - who knew I had an opinion about the language level of 8 year olds) he got up and told me "Miss Adriana, I really like your teaching style. It makes me feel comfortable. Thank you for working so hard."

!!!!

Could it be I'm actually good at something? Is it possible the compliments I've been getting really aren't just a reaction to the novelty of me? Nah.

My new roommates are a breath of fresh air. We actually chat when we're at work, and the beerings we've gone out on so far have been talkative, uplifting, and just plain fun. I'm actually in an amazing mood right now after getting back from the place that will for sure become our favorite haunt - Woodstock. Big mugs of Cass (the Korean beer they have on tap) are quickly becoming my new favorite thing in the world.