Jason's home from the hospital (the specialist was unable to tell us why J's esophagus was closing up) and able to eat again, but I've been dealing with a nasty flu. I skipped out of a school placement fair last Thursday because my voice was shot to hell, and I didn't think I was up to four hours of interviewing. It was just as well, because Nina spent Thursday night at the apartment. Jason made wasabi tilapia, and the three of us sat up late, drinking red wine and talking.
My spring school visit last Wednesday was great, however. I went to PS 174, a "failing" pre-K to grade 8 school. I sat in on a 7th grade English class. The teacher, a cheerful fellow Fellow, told me that most of the students were either living in homeless shelters or with foster homes, and that many of them would wear the same outfit all week. I fell in love with those kids. They were sassy, bored with writing and reading a book called The Friendship. But still -- they were kids.
Yesterday, between bouts of hacking my lungs out (well, just about), Jason and I went to 30th Avenue and bought a futon couch. It completes our studio apartment, and even the pets are thrilled with it. Rue has been doing backflips off the couch since early morning.
Yesterday, between bouts of hacking my lungs out (well, just about), Jason and I went to 30th Avenue and bought a futon couch. It completes our studio apartment, and even the pets are thrilled with it. Rue has been doing backflips off the couch since early morning.
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