Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair

I just finished the necessary evil of filling out the taxes and sending in the financial aid papers. I love that we can do all that on line now. It took about an hour to do both my taxes and Bec’s and to do my financial aid forms. Maybe, next year I will qualify for some type of financial aid. I doubt it. Apparently, with a gross income of 26,000 dollars, I should still have almost 5,000 dollars available to pay for college. I am not sure how that works out, but I guess when the “poverty level” income for a single person is only 19,000 in Indiana that extra 2,000 dollars a year that I would have left after paying for college should pay for books, etc. I find it strange that in this amazing “land of opportunity” that we can’t find some other way to help people go to school!

I am not talking about my own needs here; I CAN pay for school and pay bills. But, I also know that if I were a poor, uneducated person who came from a family of people who held menial labor jobs, I would not know how to survive on $26,000 and pay for school, books, expenses, and the like. Or maybe I would know better how to do it! Would college even be on my radar, though? I just read a great story about a student in Indianapolis who grew up homeless and in foster care. He went to college and now works as a counselor at his church. He works to provide community for college students who have no other community: homeless teens, first generation college students, and people who are far from home. This is what the world is about.

This is what I seek to do with my life. I would love to start a program for the community that helps first generation college graduates with acclimation to college life, that provides community for them, and that gives a strong support system to those students who are statistically the least likely to succeed. Maybe this is the reason I plan to teach college. Maybe this is the reason I am drawn to teaching at a two-year school or a smaller college? I just think there is so much more going on in students’ lives than what we see on the surface. I want to create community for them in a new and real way. I am not sure that I do. But I try.

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Stuff from my other, old, defunct blog.
I thought quite a bit about going out for lunch today, but then I reminded myself that part of the reason I am vegan is to save money. Besides I have a whole bunch of “sloppy joe’s” left, so I had those for dinner. For breakfast I had a cookie that I made last night. I used a standard oatmeal cookie recipe, but baked them in bars. I also added carob chips, graham flour, bananas (instead of eggs), cayenne pepper, clove, nutmeg, cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, and coconut. The little bars are a veritable Tropical Luau in my mouth, and the cayenne gives them just the kick they need and deserve! They are the perfect little snack or breakfast item, and they are fall apart goodness. As you can tell, they are spectacular, probably the best thing I have made recently.

My plan is to make several things to freeze for when school goes back in session. I will be in paper writing (and grading) madness, so having some frozen delicacies ready to thaw or bake would be pretty helpful.

The dogs and I walked for about an hour and a half this morning. I was a little saddened to see that we had really only covered about 3.4 miles because of all the stopping to roll in the snow (Lily) and peeing on things (Sydney)! We plodded merrily along and were no worse for wear when we arrived at home. I worry sometimes about the salt on the sidewalks and roads when there has been a lot of snow, but the dogs don’t seem to mind much. They just stop periodically and drink from puddles, standing in them to let the water cover their feet. I know the salt is hard on their pads, but you would never know by watching them walk.

If You’re Going To San Francisco…

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. On March 19, I leave to go to San Francisco. In many respects, I wish I was going… say 40 years ago, and I wish I could stay. But I am only going for a conference and at the end of the week, I will come back to Central Indiana. I will finish school, and I will stay here. I don’t hate it here, I just think I was supposed to live in California. I am pretty sure I will love it! I am pretty sure I may have ended up in an entirely different place had I gone to school in California. I toyed with the idea, but then decided to stay at BSU. No regrets, I just wonder.

I am really excited to spend the day with Jane. I never see her, and she knows the great places in the city. I pretty much can’t wait for that day. By Saturday when Jane picks me up from the hotel, I plan to have already been to the Flower Conservatory, Anchor Brewery, Haight-Ashbury, City Lights Books for a reading, the Tattoo Museum, Dottie’s True Blue Cafe, Coffee to the People, and to Alcatraz.

The first day, I am pretty sure will be spent hiking about the city with my backpack strapped on, waiting for Jim, so I can illegally sleep in his room for the night. Hopefully, I can con him into walking to City Lights Books with me, so we can hear Jack Hirschman read excerpts from his new book.

The second day I plan to do everything that I am pretty sure Sarah, Elizabeth, Jim, and Jill won’t want to do, but I plan to do it before they get there, and before Jim goes out for the day. All said, I think I will be walking about eight miles that day, unless I can figure out the public transit. I wish I had a bicycle that folded up!

I sort of felt like I owed it to myself to do what I want to do while I am out there, because I haven’t been on vacation for a couple of years. Pretty ironic since I am going to a city that has one of the highest rates of homelessness in the entire country. I know I don’t really owe myself anything. If anything I owe myself to someone else, a higher power. As I was considering my level of privilege, I stumbled on this site and I sort of changed the way I was looking at this trip. It isn’t something I deserve. My freedom, my financial ability to go is a privilege, a luxury. Because my views were changed by my discovery, I tried to find a place to volunteer to serve breakfast or lunch, but they all wanted long-term volunteers. I really just looked into the eyes of Maria (the woman in the picture), and I had to change my thoughts.

Why am I here?

How will I approach the city now? With my eyes opened to the faces of those around me. And my mind soaring because I get to do what I am doing.

Leap Year Day: Shouldn’t We Get Out of School for This?

Today is February 29. February 29 only happens once every four years. Would it be so bad to have a day off of school for a little celebration? I mean, once every four years having something to look forward to between Winter Break and Spring Break could be a good thing, right?

Today, I look forward to having only eight weeks left in the semester. I look forward to grading fifty papers next week and this weekend. I look forward to dinner at Dave and Andrea’s tonight and at MacCool’s tomorrow with friends and my little brother. I am even looking forward to the band, which is actually Irish/Celtic music this time. I look forward to reading only two more texts in Renaissance literature. I look forward to summer and walking and writing and possibly learning to oil paint. I look forward.

Life Is Good.

I thought I lost my “Life is good.” hat, which would be the second time that has happened to me. The same hat two times. This is the second hat, but it looks the same with a golden retriever holding a roasting marshmallow over a campfire. It reminds me of my dogs, Pippin and Lily. I need a little picture of Sydney embroidered on there to complete the scene. The first hat I lost when I left it on top of the car with the camping gear in Door County, Wisconsin. I hope some other camper is enjoying my hat. It was broken in. This hat isn’t. It also has a funny lumpiness on the left side of my head where there is too much material. Other than that, it is the exact same hat.

Climbing? Free Running? Amazing? Insane?