i saw sparks..

I have always known

that you will visit my grave.

I see myself as a small brown bird,

perhaps a sparrow, watching you

from a low branch as you pray

in front of my name.

I will hear you 

sound out my epitaph: Aqui descanse 

una mujer que quiso volar

You will recall telling me

that you once dreamed in Spanish,

and felt the words

lift you into flight.

The sound of wings

will startle you when you say “volar,”

and you will understand.

--Judith Ortiz-Cofer "Volar"

The trip was quite successful. Obviously it was hard for me not to tear up when we left Raleigh, but I pulled myself together for the drive back.  I don't know why, I suppose just because it is family, but I feel like there are no other people in the world that get me so well.  Kaya just comes flying down after a year of seeing her, and it just feels right. Already I've laughed more than I have all semester. 

      I thought I was excited about the o chem test being moved, now I have to worry about it on the same day as my british art exam. Phooey. I'll manage I suppose. Sadly the only thing I'm truly worried about about next week is the five minute spanish presentation I have on Monday.  I wish there was a way to get out of it, but honestly I need to man up about talking in front of the class.  At least it's only in front of 12 people.

Maybe I can bake cookies to distract them with my cooking prowess.