By far the best pen-pal experience I ever had was as a teacher. I don’t even remember the country, but I remember my students in suburbia were invited to write to a group of students overseas. I sold the idea of writing to them easily (shocking, I know). And they waited (impatiently) for replies from their buddies across the pond. Watching their excitement was all the reward I needed for organizing a somewhat messy task of mailing and stamping and sending. They asked tons and tons of questions, and of course, I gave them guidelines of what to say and what not to say to individuals their own age, living in a very different culture and space.
Now, Day 2 of #30Lists turns the question on me. How would I describe myself to a pen pal:
From the outside to the inside (and all the variations therein):
Green-eyed, auburn haired, petite
Pale is the new tan
Buff (for a girl)
Girly — think scarves, mani-pedis, tasteful animal print and lace, NOT glitter, hot pink, 6 inch heels, or bows
Matchy-matchy (Accessories must coordinate; I’m not one for the Bohemian thrown together look; when I do it, I just look thrown out).
Spastic, non-rhymthic, and always on the go
Child of God, sinner turned saint, rescued by Jesus
Planner (I still keep one of those ones with actual pen and paper, where I live on the satisfaction of lining out items)
Hater of clutter – there’s a place for everything, much like Solomon says there is a time for everything.
Lover of one very handsome, smart man I call husband in 28 days
Mother to one very ornery but incorrigibly lovable chocolate lab with an impish smile
Teacher of literature to over 1,000 students in these last 7 years, a sobering reality when tempted to think my job is anything but significant
Enthusiast for justice; empathizer for suffering; enemy of child and animal abuse, exploitation of human beings, and any kind of racist action or attitude
At times a pessimist, scared to hope
A sucker for a good story, a someone just trying to live a good one
Classic literature snob (John Donne is the best poet, second only to Shakespeare himself)
And, judging by the length of this list, I’m beginning to think, perhaps, a tad bit too narcissistic.