If I Dont Tell Someone Ill Just Bust

Let me start by saying I got into grad school. I am officially a first year graduate student at The George Washington University. I am working on my M.Ed. in Secondary Education and Special Education. So yea for me! Im real happy and real excited and all that jazz.

Its 800 degrees everyday now. I have to walk around campus (and all over NW) in that heat and its NOT a good look. Such is the nature of being a student I guess...but its still not a good look. The only good thing is that my hair is now locked...so the heat and humidity do NOTHING. No accidental afros for MissJennifer...no no no...

On to my day...

I had the worst Wednesday evening ever. I had a conversation with someone and it made me upset. Not the kind of upset where you yell and curse and feel better. The kind of upset that NOTHING cures. The kind that you have to try to sleep through and forget. And I did try that. But when I woke up Thursday morning I still had that pain in my heart...I was shaken to the point that I couldnt really hold on to objects. I dropped everything I touched until about 745 (I get up around 545). I pulled it together though. And no one saw the mess that I was. So...rough morning to say the least...

So anyways...I was getting off the train at DuPont Circle to go to my elementary school. I stepped off the train dreading the fact that I have to go back into the heat. A black man stepped off the train (but a separate car) at the same time. We were headed towards each other. Im listening to my ipod (i know) and I thought I recognized him but Im like 'Jennifer the heat is getting to you'. But I guess he saw the look on my face and with a big welcoming smile said "HELLO!" I say "Are you a writer?" He says "why yes I am". I say "are you a poet" he responds "why yes, I am". I say "wow...are you E. Ethelbert Miller." He says "why YES! I am. And who are you?!" Now, yall know Im obsessed with blk lit and blk poetry. I saw Miller at the Furious Flower Poetry Conferenceand immediately fell in love (with his work that is). He is my 3rd favorite poet. He follows Sanchez (who I met at FF) and Giovanni (who I saw at FF). No. I didnt ask for an autograph or anything...thats not my style. I did, however, rap him up in conversation for the next 15-20. Talked til I got that good business card. (Upon telling him I graduated from HU in 05 he responded "Harvey actually lets people graduate." He didnt laugh). So...anyways...I dont know if he was actually interested in what I was saying or just really good at faking it. I dont even care for real. That was the BEST pick me up ever. It made me really happy and I needed it. I dont have many Favorite People and to run into one on my worst day ever was such a blessing. He watches over me...

I was going to continue on in my blog to talk about life...but I am so happy to replay the Miller story that I have to leave the computer and do something.

I hope everyone is having a day like mine :)