where she feels inspired.
days where her students respond
engage
ask
answer
question
days where their circumstances
their struggles
their pain
their hunger
is a little less obvious
but then there are other days.
days where her students withdraw
become unresponsive
sleep
young eyes cloud over
old beyond their years
days where the drive to work is more jarring
the stench of streets lined with litter more pungent
the taste of hopelessness in the air more acrid
the sight of bodies with broken spirits more depressing
the sound of silent defeat more deafening
days where she cant help but wonder:
what the fuck is she doing?
what is the point?
is there one?
why is the world like this?
what. the. fuck. is. she. doing.
and on these days
the despair is almost catching
the frustration almost overwhelming
the light at the end of the tunnel almost extinguished
this great tragedy impossible to ignore
2 comments:
Hey there. Was on EwB's site and was reminded about your blog by the link there. These last two entries are nice companion pieces: two different approaches to processing the surreality of both the daily lives of your learners and the exploits of the current political leadership (JZ, Malema, et al). Thanks for sharing your perspective.
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