Keetje kuipers biography of mahatma gandhi

I was following directions to a place I’d never been. On the phone the man said the road would go through Ocilla, which had not changed in fifty years, and it would cross four bridges, and after the fourth bridge I should turn left. I took the way the man said.

The day was hot and getting hotter. At the edge of Ocilla I saw a heavy woman in a navy blue suit and a large hat coming out of a church, such dark heaviness. Outside town, the road stretched out straight and dull gray, heat shimmering above it. I counted bridges. Two had no signs, and the other two were rivers, Willacoochee and Satilla. After that I turned and drove miles through fields so big they had to be worked by large machinery.

I reached a little ghost town, a line of fallen-down buildings next to a railroad track. That would be Osierfield. I was close. I followed the man’s directions through a field, slowly now, through a pine forest, past a little pond, and into a compound. A large water oak gave off

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Nicola Waldron

When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision…

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

It’s Day Three of the Upward Bound program on which I’ve been hired to teach for the summer, and the boy with the Usher-like face and soulful eyes is asleep again at his desk, his head swaddled between the folds of a college sweatshirt. He makes no attempt to disguise his avsikt to snooze through the entire two hours of my class, but I don’t take it as a slight; he seems genuinely incapable of unshuttering those velvety, adolescent lids. Either he’s hampered by chronic lack of sleep or his mom gave him Benadryl to counteract the raging ‘yellow season’ that’s in full bloom outside: that, or it’s some weed-induced stupor. Any of these scenarios is possible. Maybe he, like many of the kids here, has had to work late at some out-of-town McDonalds, Church’s Chicken, Zaxby’s, somewhere minimum-wageish and fatal to a young person’s

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