to the 43rd tireless man

Dear Anonymous Train Rider --

Have you checked your watch? No? Oh, well it's 5:30am. How on earth you have the energy to yell, wave, stamp, and holler is beyond me. The fact that you assume others are graced with that same energy is simply egocentric.

Your indignation is cute, too. You flatter yourself to think that every woman on the train ought to ackowledge you. You flatter yourself to think that you are the only man who thinks this way. I don't care that you're being drafted by the NBA and going to college. I don't care if you're the fucking president. It's 5:30am.

Somehow you think that raising your voice and insulting me will scare me into talking to you. Darling, I've had lots of practice. If I had even the slightest reason to believe that you would simply leave me alone, I might have spoken to you. In my experience, that is simply not the case.

Ironically, the same thing that gives you the right to yell in my direction for 30 minutes without taking a breath also gives me the right to ignore you. You're a person? So am I. I should at least acknowledge you? Not where I come from.

Sincerely,
"Too-good-for-you lady" from the L

day 73

Is it Christmas yet?

so close

I just sent in my final assignments for my content literacy class, which means one paper and one class separate me from being completely done. Makes me want to skip around at 7 in the morning.

asl

I have started teaching ASL to my students for some of the more common words and letters that we use every day. For example, letters of the alphabet and months of the year. I always planned to do that last year, too, but it never went beyond "Please" and "Thank you."

Anyway, I just looked over and saw N nearly falling out of his chair trying to read the alphabet in ASL from my picture cards and teach it to himself. He's been having an awful day and that made me a little less frustrated with him.