You! Me! Dancing!

Before one can dance, one must find the rhythm...

I've been in Salinas for 10 days now. And. I'm. Loving. It!

I made the trip with my father and we arrived at my apartment, which is much bigger I expected. As we are located on the 2nd floor, I've got super high ceilings. My room is great, rommate is cool, and I'm loving working in the after school program...finally, finalizing my sub stuff.

I am already part of the Salinas family, without even trying, I've done more social gatherings, in more places, than I did all year in Claremont. All of my friends are mexican, and they have deemed my Spanish strong enough to use Spanish to their hearts content around me....that being said, I'm getting plenty of great practice with the official language here, Spanglish. Film festivals, amazing mexican dance clubs...I love it. I feel at home, out of my comfert bubble.

I had my CalStateTEACH orientation yesterday and I start doing work for it tomorrow. Unlike my USC program, there are not live classroom discussions online, but just a very well organized website that organizes a decent work load. I do have to say that I prefer the CST website to the USC website....I'll have more to say once I really find my routine.

Random factoid: Currently loving Damages on Netflix!!!!!

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Stranger On A Foriegn Shore

“And you can’t even begin to believe

There’s so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me” –Ben Gibbard

Once again, the train of thoughts in circling the lining of my skull must make a pit stop and drop another entry of the random babblings that is my blog. The splatter of word vomit on the page, distributing matches the pattern of word vomit issuing from my mouth these days.

Confucius say!: Why use the end to start? (All quotes resembling persons live or dead are unintended and incidental)

Ode To The Futbol Jersey

Ode to that guy in the soccer jersey

Brightly colored

Escudo, living a distant land…not his land

Jersey not just worn, protected.

The jersey acts as a second skin,

The jersey lives on an island, feed by fish

The skyscrapers in the distance do not represent dreams

They represent distance, not progress, distance.

Distance from all that is

Humanity derived from a stubborn land

A lifestyle fading away into existence

All’s fare in jersey

The dirt accumulates as the day’s chores pass

Not a look, nor any appearance of glamour.

Days upon days, continue,

As the jersey remains bonded to its master.

If cloth hits dirt,

Foreign fingers find, fishing fresh

Clothes, to protect against the world, their chores

Water brings life, to the man…and his jersey.

Random factoid: Bach's cello suite #1 touches me on a deep level.

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