ALL RIGHT I’ll blog! How can I be so bad at this? Oh well, never mind. Let’s get reacquainted. Last we spoke, I had just finished my first week of my first semester of grad school. Yesterday I finished my third week of my second semester. It’s safe to say a bit of time has gone by.
I have now lived in Brooklyn for exactly 7 months. In Rob years, that’s a pretty long time. The novelty finally wore off somewhere around month 4, and I was able to settle in and enjoy New York in a more subtle way. And then winter came a-blustering in. Thankfully, I was in Texas for the first awful wave of it, the “snowpocalypse,” but the following weeks have not been much fun either. I swear to you, even this mid-February afternoon, there is still snow on our sidewalks from the December 26th blizzard.
The many-feet-high mounds of snow quickly became just another permanent part of the urban landscape. Of course it’s normal to peer over 5-foot snow hills in order to see if it’s safe to cross the street; that’s how it’s always been, and how it ever more shall be. The worst part of sidewalk snow is the unspoken system of etiquette that necessarily sets in when the only path through the snow is barely a foot wide. Everyone else seems to know when to let someone else pass, or when it’s their turn, or hey, there’s plenty of path here for the both of us to pass each other easily. I gave up after about a week.
I’m actually not sure if I can refer to the substance that lines the sidewalks as snow anymore. It’s black and spotted, and seems to acquire more strength the longer it lies around. I walk outside by a three-foot mound of blackness and say sternly, “It’s 43 degrees right now. According to science, you should not be here anymore.” No luck.
But we have had some seriously beautiful weather this last week, and the crowded streets of Brooklyn are slowly melting. Well that’s nice. No more snow. But as the title of this post suggests, there are things in that snow—evils that have been kept hidden for months, soggying in their filthy frozen piles—which rising temperatures now reveal. It has created a street side situation which only Winston could be excited about. And just this week he got sicker than he’s ever been before, all thanks to the feast he finds lining the sidewalks these days. I try to stop him, but really there’s just too much grossness lying about to make any kind of difference.
Oh I quit my job at the hotel, a really long time ago. Now I’m substitute teaching in Brooklyn. As you can guess, the stories I have are enough for a whole other blog post.
Grad school is going really well. I finished up last semester with fine grades and am pressing on. The only issue now looming over my head is the NYC hiring freeze in public schools. It went into effect in 2009, and most people thought it’d be lifted by now. From what I can tell, no one’s very hopeful about the future. The freeze means no new teachers can be hired, except at brand new schools (which are naturally extremely competitive positions), so the atmosphere in my program is a little strange. Education classes are made up of two kinds of students: those already teaching, and those (of us) who have no hope of getting a job. Cheery stuff.
That’s it for now. I’m about to head to the New York Public Library to check out an exhibit on Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. Should be interesting. Seriously, I’ll try to blog more. No, Seriously!