Home. For now. Class.

11:42pm. Palmdale. I'm home now. We leave here tomorrow but in this moment, it's home. I was worried about the class tonight because emotionally I just wasn't in a good place. I'm soooooooo glad I was there! The writers this term are really good. I can tell already by the orientation. They did a free write tonight. I chose a really cheesy topic but it was something I was honestly curious about. They wrote for fifteen minutes on what they expected to get out of the class. Many of them shared and what they came up with in that short amount of time was incredible. I love that they all have different voices. Maybe that sounds weird because they are different people so different voices right? Well, many poets tend to have that...sound. I can't put my finger on it but that same...sound. These people, I know, are bringing their very important and very individual lives to the table. I hope I do them justice. I've been doing this a long time but each class has its own energy. I look forward to Monday and being at the beginning of their books. I went into the class really feeling down and left with my spirits lifted. I don't talk about the students individually so there won't be posts here, or anywhere about them but from time to time perhaps I'll talk in general about the progress of the class. It's been a long day. It really has. I'm about to watch a movie on Netflix and hopefully doze off quickly. Peace, y'all.

Love yourselves.