Teaching Time: a periplum
May 2012. I am sitting in the backseat of my friends Onni and Uditi’s baby blue Hyundai Matrix, my gaze fixed on the side of the road as it flits by. Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” fills our car and narrates my life, for the moment. When she gets to the refrain, that part about having a feeling, about b...
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| Zusammenfassung: | May 2012. I am sitting in the backseat of my friends Onni and Uditi’s baby blue Hyundai Matrix, my gaze fixed on the side of the road as it flits by. Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” fills our car and narrates my life, for the moment. When she gets to the refrain, that part about having a feeling, about belonging, about being someone, I break—tears rolling down my face. It feels good to cry, for the moment, so much has been held together for so long: my terror, my rage, the students’ grief.… This is perhaps what my friend Zemora |
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