chestnut trees

Today is another summery day. After a long day of job hunting, formating my resumes and proofreading, I cannot seem to find a way to keep the time from flying. These nice summer days are fleeting yet my room is still a mess. Student's artwork from a year of teaching stay the same only I've changed. Old papers that smack of academic jargonese and awkward phrases. Dust flies freely in this dungeon of crap. Crap that i've accumulated over the years.

Life seems to be pretty mellow right now. No sleepless night prepping for lesson plans, no all night classes. I've survived. I give the phone call a thought. Here's a part time job working as an aide waiting for me in August, yet I stubbornly yearn for a teaching job, one with my own classroom or teaching non native English speakers English.

American chestnut trees are affected by an unusual blight, a disease that kills it in its premature stage. Exceptional for its wood in furniture and other usages, it also had tasty nuts. Hence. 'chestnuts roasting on an open fire.' It's hard to think about how it'll ever return to its pre-blight status. Scientists are still working on cross polinating and making the American chestnut more resistant to the blight by cross breeding it with the Asian chestnut tree.

I wonder where life went when I was living it. All i have are the memories and the moments that seem to last but are gone. I'm lost in my own world of paper, dust and pieces of life all scattered within this tiny space. The dust is revealed as the sunrays envelop me room. I open up the window, draw up the blinds, and let the breeze carry out the staleness of my room.

Night falls and alas, I have only touched the surface. Until tomorrow, another day of routines and procedures. Gotta run some errands, cut the lawn and study for the constitution test.

yuck.