*Sigh* Ten. More. Days. I feel like a smoker who just quit cold turkey. I'm starting to wonder if I should have taken it slowly. Going from half an hour in the shower to three mere minutes is a huge jump. I used to look forward to my evening showers the same way young, hip college students look forward to OD-ing on body spray and cologne on Thirsty Thursday. No lie.
Today I had class, then I worked on a paper, then I went to an ESA's (Entrepreneurial Student Association) last general body meeting of the semester. Then I proceeded to congratulate my friends who had made the BYOBB (Be Your Own Boss Bowl) and were getting ready to present their business ideas and I went to work. Then I went to a teaching gig that's part of a program I work with called Urban Roots. We teach the youth of North Philadelphia business through gardening.
Of course, they're young, rowdy kids and because I care for them, I had to stop today in the midst of all their disrespectful side-chatter and give them a speech about respect. A wave of silence befell the classroom as they listened intently to me. I was glad to see them opening up more. I walked into the class initially believing there was no way I could get through to these kids. Then, week after week, I see them laughing, smiling, taking it in, and reaching out of their comfort zones and it makes it all worth it.
Anyway, I don't feel like explaining the rest of my day. All I want you to know is that my shower sucked and I wish it didn't. I was attempting to jam to Amanda Jenssen's "Do You Love Me?" but found myself racing to finish my shower in time instead. I feel like I'm in Survivor or something. I've never seen that show.
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