"If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad."
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via olivia-ross)
Awkward selfies to show you the wild weirdness of my hair rn
I just went to an orientation of the juvenile detention center where my new office is located. While we stood in the waiting area before touring secure detention, a TV was playing msnbc and someone, talking about Ferguson, said something about Michel Foucault and surveillance. And then we went into intake where a kid was getting finger printed. It was eerie and hypersignificant.
Pretty excited about how my lil desk space in the basement of the juvenile detention center looks after some hardcore nesting. That’s a smiley stress ball, a stuffed smiley donut, photos of the Oregon coast, an aromatherapy candle & a bulletin board with Harvey Milk on it. There’s also a drawer full of trail mix & chocolate. Fulfilling many many social work stereotypes.
I’ve helped so. many. people. move out & move in over the last few years. I’ve moved myself 4 times in the last 5 years. More twentysomething coming of age movies need packing up your shit scenes: boxing up dishes wrapped in your t-shirts, deconstructing ikea furniture, rolling and unrolling the same tattered posters. Crying cuz your move is a break up. Celebrating cuz your move is a job or new commitment. Giving friends clothes you don’t want to take or leave. Deliberating over books. It’s all so This Time In Your Life, right?