i miss prj.
i feel pathetic for saying so, but i do.
it's amazing the connection we had. we could speak for hours on end with never a pause or awkward silence. and talk about everything and anything: politics, love, sex, family, work, travel, music, science . . . you name it.
kindred. we were kindred.
this past wednesday, my students and i won first place at the district journalism competition. we won 1st in team sweeps and as the honor suggests, took the top spots in nearly every category of writing and design.
none of it would have been possible without prj. it was his vision that got us there and wednesday night's win was tempered, for me, by his absence.
i know that what i miss no longer exists, but it doesn't make it any easier to stop missing. finding that level of connection, i've been recently reminded, is hard . . . very, very hard. and it's not that one person lacks something or whatever, just that real chemistry is like finding a unicorn in a garden . . . rare, if not impossible.
rwy'n dy garu di.
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