ice, snow, and a little ice and snow
That's what the forecast is calling for. This morning I slipped on the back steps in my slippers as I was letting the girl out to do her bidness.
This morning I also slept until 10 am. Holy shee-it.
Yesterday was a long day of meetings and student conferences and then baking cookies at night with the women for whom I am a faculty mentor in the dorm. The student conferences were the hardest, not for reasons you might expect. In fact, there were only two. But the traumas these two students are experiencing right now made me want to cry right there. And I almost did.
When I was a junior in college, my boyfriend of three years dumped me with absolutely no warning. I was a mess, crying in class whenever I thought of him, holing myself up in my room for days at a time, and ultimately somehow finding the strength to go talk to a counselor at school (didn't really help). And today, if there's one thing that really bothers me about talk of suffering is--and I'm sure there's a real name for this--the way we compare our own suffering to others' and think, shit, I thought I had it bad. Because when you're in it, there's no comparison.
This is all very simplified, no doubt about that. But yesterday as I sat and listened to these two women share with me traumas that no doubt will affect them for the rest of their lives, I couldn't help thinking a) my biggest trauma when I was a student was that I was dumped by my boyfriend; and b) how unbelievably strong these women are, and how much strength they're gonna need in the years to come.
Not really sure where I'm going with this. Except to say how much I respect my students for all that they're having to deal with in addition to the glut of final papers that are coming due. That's it.