Category: 1,000 miles
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1,000 miles: step 71
This month, I broke two of mom’s Easter glass cups. I watched turtles swim in a puddle of water while fellow students passed us by. I took an expedited summer class with dozens of reading, much writing, and copious thinking. I drove through thunderstorms. And it’s now about one month since I returned to my…
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1,000 miles: step 69
So I’m here again. Staring at a blank screen. I’ve been meaning to get here for over weeks. … For three months, I’ve been preoccupied with school and work (but mostly work). I spent the summer building up anxiety about this semester. And it wasn’t bad. I got out fairly decent. Reunited with old friends.…
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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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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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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…
Claudia Rojas 