Kaleidoscope days...

Ten days and counting...

Still haven't dusted off the suitcases: grades to hand in by Monday: endless stream of text messages: week slowly filling with appointments: clothes spilling out of the machine: chased down the Xianjiang bread man for breakfast for the next few days: dreams of an ice machine and air conditioning: Michael Jackson dead: what do I need to pack again?: the unexplainable meaning of the following exam responses pootbool, grashing my tar, farthing my time: tibetan words replacing english ones followed by shame at my total lack of chinese: visions of a place where anonimity reigns supreme because everyone else is white too, and if they're not they don't care: are they really going to give me a car to the airport?: my worthless students trying to cheat making me wonder why I bother trying to teach: watching time and coming to the conclusion that it doesn't really exist: this message from another student, although you are only ours english teacher one year but in my mind in the one year myself very thanks your student know you have a kind heart to our student however you are good teacher thanks you, in the one year teach a lot of thing to our! this time you go home cannot see but inward miss you also wish you happy everyday: will my body ever maintain a comfortable temperature?: what I have learned this year? what haven't I learned: made a waitress/cook squeal with joy after taking a picture with her: what if home isn't what I remember? isn't what I need it to be?: feel out of shape, need to get back on that bike and bear the heat for a bit: having suffered He is able to understand suffering: my sister traveling to United Arab Emeriates: and what about tomorrow?

These days my mind is a kaleidoscope, only not beautiful colors and patterns in an ever changing and increasingly fascinating array. More like if the kaleidoscope was filled with garbage and specks of light and in the hands of a fussy five year old.

Oh transition. You are what happens when the world goes round, now if only my mind would stop going round with it.