Things I want to Remember

I want to remember the rider on the train who was sketching. He sat across from me and sketched the young man sitting next to me. The young man sitting next to me was sleeping on the morning commute train. He never knew that he had been sketched. The artist drew with a fountain pen and had to change the ink in the pen while he sketched. We rode like this, him sketching, one sleeping and me observing, for over 20 minutes on the number 2 train. I remember that his fingertips were black from ink. Not completely black, but just dark around his fingernail base. It completely looked like the fingers of Will Shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love. I just want to remember that moment in my time here. The invisibility people have in a city of millions.

On the same morning I made eye contact with a rider that returned the eye contact. It's really interesting how in a city of millions and the hundreds of people that I see in a day, there are only about 15 people in NYCity that I talk with. People at work and people at school. Note that I don't see everyone at school everyday. So it was just a day of realizing how alone I really am in this city with so many people.

I want to remember that I broke up a "fight" this week. Actually the one girl whom I've mentioned more than once (the thief and liar) was hitting another student. She had him cornered. And... she's 3/4 ths this boy's size and I saw 3 hard punches delivered by her to his chest. I took her (she's quite a bit smaller than I am and she has a respect for me) and took her arm and lead her to the office, where I placed her on the couch. I also told the staff in the office that she did not belong in the school. She ended up in In School Suspension today.

Lots of stories... lots. too many to write.

However, I need to spend some time grading papers and don't have time to write this any further tonight. Good Night!