It cost me both of my personal days but I’m on an American Airlines flight 30 something thousand feet above Arkansas with a flight attendant who looks strangely like Emma Stone offering me Dr. Pepper feeling simply awesome. The chance to blog, to sit quietly not talking about school, and splurge on a spontaneous trip to Banana Republic before my flight (thank you Chicago) has thrown me back into remembering what life can be like in a big city: men in skinny jeans, Chinese food, business women, art in public places, diversity. It’s stimulating. It’s overwhelming. It’s so not Arkansas.
I’m sitting next to this woman struggling with a Sudoku asking myself “Which is better?” And I answer, “Arkansas!” because I’ve committed myself to becoming infatuated with my new home but then confess “Well, Chicago” because its a real life place with real life adults who interact with the real world.…
Most of the corps members in my town are sick. There are 11 of us all down and out with colds, the stomach flu, tonsillitis, strep, sinus infections, allergies, and plain old exhaustion. We are a falling army, the bright smiles and never quit attitudes slowly fading into crumpled teachers passing out anywhere there’s space.…read more »
It would be impossible to describe how history is so alive in the Delta. The cotton fields lull you into a sense of perpetual growth until you realize what King Cotton has meant here in the South. Our experiences with race and class throughout Institute have been organic and eye-opening… on the less serious end…read more »
I’m the only Midwesterner among my Marked Tree CM colleagues. We have a few New Yorkers, like real city kids, and last night I held a crash course in car disasters. I can tell you they were all for sure missing their public transportation. It went down like this: after wrapping up our community visit…read more »