Thursday, March 13, 2008

think positive


morning was fine. Das and i sat down for a quiet breakfast together. something happened as soon as i got out of the van at GHS (Government High School) Santa though. crabby. bitter. frustrated. tired, emotionally and physically. like i got up on the wrong side of the bed. Summer School graduation was just barely bearable. sat there looking as uninterested as i could. Westerman (our sandwich shop guru) was drunk. very drunk. his little apprentice made mediocre food.

all the while there was my man Mike. cool. calm. collected. and totally patient. i know i can be that way, too. i want to be. it’s healthy and the only way not to go insane. but i’ve just had it here. i want to go. badly. but i don’t know if i want to go to post. not that i don’t want to go, but i know that’ll be tough. strange day. think maybe the next few days will be strange as well. way to think positive, no? think positive.

1 comment:

  1. IMAGE: a couple of my stage-mates in the back seat of a peace corps vehicle on our way to or from summer school training. we often found ourselves in such tight spots while in transit. bonding. and good training for public transport in cameroon. always a little too close for comfort.