Reason out the window, today.

Reason, like deductive reasonsing seems to be flown out the window.

i discard it mostly, like I am suppose to see people in their numbers
dialed down english, math, science and social studies skills
free lunch and "race" numbers.

funny thing is I talk to them like I want to know them.

How they come to create: when they complain and moan about the processes or definitions so verbose and overrought with millions of translations, they desire to subscribe to some method of knowing .
work, draw and create. Make all the mistakes and then start over.
ITs gottent to a point that I do not even have to ask anyone to start over.

My methods are listening and questioning. I try to not repeat at all. But I have diatribes I cant stop at times.

I hope they are okay. One class more dilligent then the rest, I feed them chocolate. I know, I know...but they love it. They know we are attached. There really is no other word for it than love.
I dont think it means its less than what its intended purpose, it means that though I may be in a swamp I am no longer submerged and murky. Or at least not during those forty-five minutes.

My worst efforts have turned out well. I know its to be on a path: to work and to pay attention.

Im listening more intently these days...to my students, to the hidden, the confused.

I also have something to float on... a raft constructed of strange discarded items from places I have been. But I am not so myopic to realize that at some point my fins may have to push through these limbs and once again I become aquatic. if for a while.

Today seemed like a day I would say: I had butterflies in the stomach, and images of emerald green cacti filled my mind and I hoped he would know it.

a brief extention....
I hear it all from pregnancy to false racial accusations.
They want to know my girlfriend, assumed.
I just smile. If they knew who she was they might falter at her anatomy.
SHe only exists in poems.