Seattle

School was nothing like what I had been accustomed to. As I was barely off the plane, I found myself in a huge room where a lady armed with a mike was telling a group of new students how to fill out a information form about us.I raised my hand at one point as I was puzzled by a question and didn’t know which box to check. She came over and gave me the answer. That’s how I found out I was caucasian. Teachers had a weird attitude. They wanted us to enjoy their class. The school had a catalog in which you chose your potential courses. I... [Lire la suite]

Later today --> stay tuned :)     Edit du 7 juin: oui, les journées durent plus longtemps sur ma planète. L'épisode est toujours en cours d'écriture pour cause de clavier inadéquat pour taper à la vitesse où l'on rédige.

* Sometimes I get the irrepressible urge to hop on a plane and fly to Seattle. Once again, I could be above ground and fly over downtown, see the Space Needle and Puget Sound like the last time I was there. See the trees. I miss the trees. They are high. They look like nothing we have here. I’d like to see Mount Rainier straight behind I-5 in the background.  I’d like to see the road signs. Yield is so much nicer than “cédez le passage” and the idea of a four-way stop just would not work here at all. Too fair. Everybody would... [Lire la suite]