Something I love

School is finally over.

The hardest semester of my educational career so far

...which is sad because I'm still in the lower level classes of my major.

I'm so exhausted, and I was empty.

But it's time to refuel! 

I LOVED this semester. Even with my 18 credits and lessons and orchestras

 I found time to do what I love.

My tutoring job was so eye-opening, even if it wasn't for very long.

I discovered how quickly I can love strangers,

and how quickly they return that love.

It made me realize that education is really what I want to do. What I need to do.

I loved my students. Or at least the consistent ones that really relied on me.

There was one Mexican woman that I loved to death.

I helped her write her papers a lot since her English was still shaky. 

We had so much fun, and she became a dear friend.

She even bought be a gorgeous necklace and earrings for my birthday.

:')

I was just so inspired by these students. They knew what they needed to do,

but it was difficult for them to get there. I enjoyed the experience of helping these people grasp concepts that their teachers neglected to teach them.

 I loved teaching Rosalba new words every day. 

Like exacerbate, quintessential, hue, wantonly, etc. She loved it. 

My classes were so inspiring, and I was giving so many opportunities

to express myself through writing and reading.

My human rights literature class was the most inspiring to me.

To be honest, I thought it was mainly going to focus on 

Black American history, which would have also been interesting,

but instead it focused on really current issues all over the world,

such as modern western colonialism in Pakistan,

Guantanamo Bay and Immigration,

and LGBT rights via The Laramie Project.

Ugh I love immersing myself into those kinds of reading. 

Well, any kind of reading I guess.

That paired with my upper Anthropology class really yielded some 

good material for my writing. I guess being in education is something I love

because it involves every aspect of learning. 

I  enjoy every subject, which is maybe why I had such a hard time choosing my major.

I just want to do it all, you know?

However, this summer I'm taking a big break from everything.

I need to refuel my emotions and my workload. 

I devoted a lot of my time to other people this semester

and it was really hard to focus on myself.

I did start drawing again.

I'm so jealous of people who say that playing music relaxes and calms them.

If you've ever heard me practice you know that I'm never relaxed when I play.

But I'm not that way with drawing. I love it. I breathe regularly, I feel no pressure.

Everything is shapes and shades, and it flows.

Flows out of me like air that I was meant to exhale. 

My goal is to complete one drawing/painting a week this summer,

but we'll see how that turns out when I get a job.

I can dream though.