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1,000 miles: step 68
Dear reader, We last left off with my anticipation for coming months. We pick up again with the same feelings, new experiences. Over the course of 2 weeks, I’ve said good-bye to my one and only wisdom tooth, money in the bank, and peace of mind. I’ve said hello to George Mason University after anxious…
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am I here?
here I am, my eyelids weigh, drag me down. . . the hours the hours the hours I have slept escape me. . . though my soul is voiceless it is restless from all the steps the sole of my feet take to nowhere, over and over. save me from forgetting how to be what…
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1,000 miles: step 67- the tuition monster
Some of us believe in monsters, hiding under beds. Quite harmless manifestations of childhood fears. I know a more hated, detrimental monster. The Tuition Monster was born of grown up children’s financial nightmares. Escaping this monster isn’t easy; it comes with the price of education. I know not all people are living under this monster’s shadows. But some of us…
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permeable
You scan a catalogue and find options. I wake up the neighbors knocking on doors. You know all the inside scoops. I dive into trial and error. You call your thoughts masterpieces. I label my work in-progress. You sound and look flawless. I stumble across words and wear my closet. You got the world backing you up. I got the world…
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1,000 miles: step 66
He’s like a bird in a cage, who’s noticed he has wings,” she says. How could you not love language…?” I ask. This is my friend and me talking about a class assignment. I’ve been hearing her complain about writing for over a year now. How difficult it is. How she hates it. Hates the idea of writing so…
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self-effaced
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if I knew you, then I would know myself. It’s been hard pinning down my existence, so I try to find a you to define, someone to know forwards and backwards, looking for the possibility I’ve been effaced…
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1,000 miles: step 65
This week, the students at the middle school I’m working at have been creating timelines of their short, action-packed lives. I’m not around at the school enough to see all these creative exercises, but I had the chance to help two girls who hadn’t started their timeline. I tried verbally explaining, and that was enough for…
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1,000 miles: step 64
I’ve waited my whole life for this Sunday. Just kidding! I’ve waited all week for Sunday to come around. I’ve been places this week, and that’s exhausting. I even celebrated Earth Day without knowing it–simply by not being at home. I rode buses and I walked miles. I drove cars, too. I helped supervise young…
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1,000 miles: step 63|musings
It’s the third week into National Poetry Month, and I don’t have much to show other than a couple of musings. I don’t write down half of what I spend nights pondering over. I don’t write love poems. I don’t write angry poems. I don’t write pride poems… honestly imperfect human poems. … I was recently asked to…
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The world is a dangerous place to live —
The world is a dangerous place to live — not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. –Albert Einstein The world is a dangerous place to live for sure. There is in an awe-striking art about impeccable housekeeping, known to Mother Earth. She has taught her knowledge in bold, forceful ways.…
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Claudia Rojas 