I found the above in the notes section of my phone. The date is a few days after the US elections, and it's probably observations from the subway and bus all throughout that day, feeling down about The Fat Orange Fucking Idiot and observing life going on for my students and other random people who were refusing to let their lives be taken from them by garbage. The last observation I remember as being the morning after the elections when I tried really hard to make class as un-depressing as possible for young and ambitious students, many of whom are female, queer, of color, and unsure still of just how to express themselves in a world that wants them, but is populated by shit-eaters who try really hard to deny that through pushback.
Teenagers watch skateboarding videos and try to stab each other with the sticks from candy lollipops. They're all laughing and talking about how they all have the same haircuts.
College students, who are black, are talking about their feelings and disappointments. I can tell they're tired and mad but they want the other person, who's white to really understand. No one is yelling.
I tried as hard as I could to make work fun today. I joked and laughed and tried as hard as I could to make them laugh too, to take it easy. I don't know how well it worked, and I'm tired.