My Window Faces the South

What a great feeling, to look out my window and know that beyond the horizon is that good 'ol Lone Star State.

It's been a busy couple of days. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were my first round of exams. I did a lot of reading and preparation, and I think I did really well. I'm anxious to get my results on Monday. I also started a job on Thursday, at the school's Learning Center. I'm tutoring students (once again) in math and Spanish, as well as proofreading papers. My first day I had six students, which made for a really long day with my classes. But it's nice, the feeling of accomplishment has really been helping me out lately.

There are too many fucking white people here.

I met this really great guy Leif, who was visiting here. He's an English professor from Wyoming. He's on sabbatical with a years pay to write a book , and is drifting across the country living out of the back of his truck. He's just wandering from place to place, camping out for a week, reading/writing/thinking, and picking up again. We had wonderful conversations and we traded music.

He gave me Robert Bly/ I gave him Taj Mahal.
He gave me Jerry Jeff Walker/ I gave him Mississippi John Hurt.
He gave me Ramblin' Jack Elliot/ I gave him Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys.

Today during my run I thought about the past couple months and how they were filled with so much uncertainty. I didn't know what I was doing, where I was going, or what was happening. I'm really thankful to have a clearer answer and some solid direction. I'm really starting to feel like I'm supposed to be here right now, even if I'm not enjoying it here. I wish having visitors was much more feasible.

I need someone to play dominoes with.