INTERNET

ya'ah'teeh!

i have the internet today! it's a mud/snow day... we had three last week, too.

maggie and i are going to four corners and possibly monument valley this weekend, depending on the weather. we're still trying to get with phyllis to herd sheeps. we got to see gerald a couple times this week, too, which was great.

last night we went to a country western dance at the dorm and spun little girls around. it was charming. there was a live band and a gaggle of awkward high schoolers.

trash cat may be dead. thanks to maggie. ask me later.

still living on frozen burritos and iced tea.

last week i took the banjo to the dorms and became popular.

class is going well- romeo and juliet is going great.

maggie and i are going to be painting a doctor seuss mural at the elementary school.

later gators.

internets

news: maggie has some sort of bug or cockroach in her ear. i had to look for it with a flashlight.

news: we don't have internet at home anymore and this site is blocked at school. don't know how often i can post anymore!

news: everything is going well. students are finishing up their midterms and we're starting romeo and juliet next week. yes.

news: 37 days until spring break.

i feel that the education system in this country is too far gone.

quentin

oh thank you, flagstaff michael's. i'm making mittens with long cuffs, my pattern. that's seed stitch at the top. you can enlarge that picture if you want, but it's blurry.

Night People

The dirt hung heavy in the air and invaded my nose and lungs and years of buildup made it hard to breathe and see and think. My hands grew rough and brown each time I knelt to touch the earth and my fingernails peeled back when grains of sand buried themselves deep underneath, prying and separating the flesh from the nail. The heat from the stove burned my back and the stove kept eating firewood so I had to move my chair and on the first try it burned my hand. The ladies laughed, baring gums with a smattering of teeth, and spat into empty pop cans, saliva stringy slipping between lips and collecting. I had been awake for a thousand hours and my eyelids grew heavy and my eyes glazed over and I listened to the singing and felt weary but kept rising and kneeling and digging and counting. When we finally left, frost covered the mud and puddles were iced over and the stars shone with the moon, and our pockets were heavy and our minds were far from our homes.