Postcard 4

Ms. R! Teacher, extraordinaire!

I'm so proud of you. It must be so strange being on the other side now, after our years of obsessing over our English teachers. They were our idols. I still feel like I let Ms. K down by not working harder on my Advanced Writing Workshop essays. Let's hope some kid is still thinking about how they let you down 10 years after graduating... That's real power.

Having spent a weekend in the suburbs of Wisconsin I am finding New York more oppressive than ever. Sometimes I look up at the skyscrapers of Midtown and feel immense freedom. They are giants looking over me, beckoning me to just lift off into the sky and escape into the infinite expanse. But on a bad day, those same giants turn menacing, suffocating, like they want nothing more than to hammer me into the ground, to remind me of my place.

I wonder how they will look tonight.

Wish you were here.

B