Saturday, September 1

correspondence 6

dear new school year,
it feels good to be working again.  i like being busy, having purpose.  only, this first week was more than a little crazy.  would you mind slowing down and maybe letting me catch my breath and organize my thoughts every once in a while? i'd greatly appreciate it.

dear students,
welcome back.  it's going to be a fantastic year.  so buckle up and hold on tight.  and please, stop talking while i'm talking.

dear spanish,
when i went back to school for a degree in english teaching, i never imagined that i would be teaching you, too.  but guess what?  i'm really, really glad i do.  my spanish 1 class this year is adorable.  my spanish 2 and 3 students?  they'll be a bit more of a challenge.  pero, venga, vamos. podemos hacerlo.

dear lds mission to malaga, spain,

dear crossfit,
the "filthy fifty" wod from yesterday? 50 box jumps, 50 jumping pull-ups, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 walking lunges, 50 knees to elbows, 50 push presses, 50 back extensions, 50 wall balls, 50 burpees, 50 double unders?  yeah, i'm feeling it today.  having trouble walking without waddling.  but don't worry, i'll be back at it again on monday.

dear espn college gameday,
i am so looking forward to spending saturday mornings with you for the next four months.  much better and more entertaining than saturday morning cartoons.

dear college football,
so glad you're back.  you're my favorite part of the fall.  hoping i can catch at least one live game this year.  go cougars!  hook 'em horns!

dear cold weather,
if you could make an appearance sooner rather than later this year, that would be awesome.  looking and feeling like a hot mess everyday is getting old.  plus, i have an over abundance of hoodies that are just begging to be worn.

dear yellowcard,
love the new album.

dear avett brothers,
can't wait for your new album.

dear rachel,
this song and this song.  thank you.

dear z,
as i was leaving a football game last night, i saw someone who looked like you.  this has happened quite a few times since you left, and i really don't know if the people i see really do look like you or i just want them to look like you.  but there is always that split second when i recognize your face in the face of another that i miss a breath and the irrational hope that the past eight months have all been some cosmic joke somehow feels like a real possibility.  but just as quickly, the moment passes and i have to remind myself that no, this is not a joke.  it really did happen.  you were here, and now you are not.  the encounter always makes me sad, but then i remember that you're not really gone.  not a "goodbye," just a "see you a later."

much love,

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