We’re submerged

I am sitting in the game room, and gaze out the windows, across the street to the Cristo Rey building, where there are people sitting quietly in rows of desks staring at large screens at the front of the room. If a person in the Cristo Rey building were able to see what is going on through the colorful curtains of the maker space, maybe his or her curiosity would be peaked by the excitement around the creation of a galactic nemesis cabinet structure… which I’m convinced is actually a time machine.

The people in Cristo Rey at this moment remind me of a photograph. Their profiles all look the same each time that I glance out, the moving world around them making it all the more apparent how still they are… oh! There’s a raised hand, and the turn of a page…

And I wouldn’t fall within the categories anthropologist, or an ethnographer, or an evolutionary psychologist… I’m pretty sure that I can trust my instinctual understanding of this:

There are a bunch of people in one building, and a bunch more people in the building next to them. We are not only separated by the buildings, but we are also separated within those buildings by rooms. All around us, the world is continuous movement. This city life is trains and cars and construction, the trees are still bare of leaves, and today’s sky is a thorough blanket cover of grey. The city is humming today. The sounds are thick and submerged… we are all submerged in the hum.

And we are in our buildings, in our rooms, behind windows; but in one building there are photographs, and in the building across from it, there are some people in socks, building a time machine.

and Abe said: “fill it with stuff”**

There are absolutely those few aspects of school (meaning something like the institutionalized learning structure that dominates both most students’ and teachers’ concepts and experiences of what learning is and plays a major role in maintaining the status quo and is not the liberating and equalizing system that seems to fit in with the founding ideals and values of this nation state… etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, you know) that I enjoy and benefit from. Obviously. What’s more, the knowledge that once I pay off my student loans (also known as once I gain my freedom from the government by by having been trapped by school and then debt for school) I will have a cheap (YES, CHEAP) $70,000.00 & 25-27 years of my life piece of paper somehow eases the minds of my rather bra-burning, liberal, up-stater, yet practical, somewhat traditional and rather ‘type A’ parental unit. And yeah, fine, they have a point. Hell yes all of those years, resources, and my energy was not just for the stupid piece of paper.

But my future kids are not going to ‘school’ upon my deeming it necessary.

I sometimes think about why I do what I do, why I enjoy it, or desire to do it. Part of what it comes down to is that I am lucky, and I have received too much love to even HANDLE, and I’ve grown up surrounded by inspiring and passionate people. All of those people have been my teachers. I’ve learned from many of my in-school teachers, and in-life teachers equally. So I want to teach too… I want to cycle back some love and inspiration.

I’m really happy that the ALC is a part of the path that I am wandering on. It’s like I just sort of ended up here. I heard some interesting sounds coming from the woods to my right, so I wandered off towards them in that direction, and now I’m here, in this crazy and exciting section of the woods where the trees ask to be climbed and the soil asks to be dug. I could go on with this metaphor, but I’ll save that for another time.

Thanks universe, thanks ALC peeps, I’m super excited to be here and to be here in this part of the woods.


**when I explained that the title is usually the trickiest part

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