To cry in class
I am a private person. This was news to me, I thought I was an open book, but over time it has been revealed through my friends that I am in fact, not. I do not divulge unless asked, but once asked I freely share. That's the way I work, and apparently that can seem closed off to some people.
So you can imagine my surprise when I started crying in class the other morning.
I will rewind and tell you the story from the beginning.
My dear, dear friend and I used to live in the same city. Our roles were reversed at the time, she was the student and I was the professional. We would support each other and most often laugh like crazy. She is, without trying to sound hokey, a kindred spirit. She would hate that I am calling her a kindred spirit, she would think it is too hokey and tell me to smarten up.
We would often discuss our temporary state of poverty, me being a teacher and her being a student and she would sing the line: "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" and we would laugh.
She moved away for a new job before I went away to school. And we traded places, she is now an underpaid professional and I am the student.
We talked on the phone the night before class and she was homesick and having a rough go at things. I just listened. She cried a couple of times, and eventually we got to laughing again. It was a record for time spent on the phone for her, she normally sets a timer to be finished in an hour. We were on for nearly two.
I prayed for her that night.
When I went into class the next morning, the group presenting played a song I had never actually heard. Janis Joplin's "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" and the tears started rolling. Then I started to giggle a bit, the people at my table must have thought I had lost it. No one asked, they probably (and thankfully) did not notice.
I miss my dear friend.
That's all.
So you can imagine my surprise when I started crying in class the other morning.
I will rewind and tell you the story from the beginning.
My dear, dear friend and I used to live in the same city. Our roles were reversed at the time, she was the student and I was the professional. We would support each other and most often laugh like crazy. She is, without trying to sound hokey, a kindred spirit. She would hate that I am calling her a kindred spirit, she would think it is too hokey and tell me to smarten up.
We would often discuss our temporary state of poverty, me being a teacher and her being a student and she would sing the line: "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" and we would laugh.
She moved away for a new job before I went away to school. And we traded places, she is now an underpaid professional and I am the student.
We talked on the phone the night before class and she was homesick and having a rough go at things. I just listened. She cried a couple of times, and eventually we got to laughing again. It was a record for time spent on the phone for her, she normally sets a timer to be finished in an hour. We were on for nearly two.
I prayed for her that night.
When I went into class the next morning, the group presenting played a song I had never actually heard. Janis Joplin's "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" and the tears started rolling. Then I started to giggle a bit, the people at my table must have thought I had lost it. No one asked, they probably (and thankfully) did not notice.
I miss my dear friend.
That's all.
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