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by Gia C. Manalio-Bonaventura

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thanks, universe. #synchronicity

for the last couple of days i’ve beeen racking my brain to remember someone’s name. i wrote an essay about this person, or rather an encounter i had with him, and i’m not ready to reveal the details just yet. however, the reason i was looking for his name was because i wanted to look up and see if there were any other such allegations about him and if he still held the powerful position he did at the time of the encounter.

after a few days, i remembered his first name. but for the life of me, i could not remember his last name. it was right there. i know “on the tip of your tongue” is a cliche, but it really felt like if i could just move my tongue into the right position to pronounce the name, i would have it. i could feel it.

i even tried to search for it on the internet by looking at people’s friend lists who had been mutual friends and other searches based on his profession, or at least the one he told me he had. i am fully aware of how borderline creepy this is, but for whatever reason, it was very important for me to do it. (and thank you, checkerbee, for my advanced internet research skills.)

nothing.

last night driving home from work i stopped to get gas. if you’ve ever driven with me, you know that much to the panic of my mother, i constantly change radio station. yes, i am that girl. many times, i don’t even wait to hear the song; it’s more of an adhd movement than anything else. it’s worse if i’m anxious about something. a small blessings in new cars like mine, a honda fit, is that the radio controls are on the steering wheel, making this all much easier and less distracting to what i should actually be doing, which is driving. but as my london-friend would say, bygones.

after i pumped the gas, i got back in the car. i probably didn’t need to state that, but again, bygones. the random radio station i had stopped on before i had shut off the car was playing a song i’d never heard before and liked immediately. my fit has one of those cool screens that tells you what you’re listening too. if you have the patience. only one or two words flash across the screen at once so if you want the full name of the song and the artist, you should probably pull over or you run the risk of not watching the road. half the time it only gives you half the information anyway.

this time, at the exact minute i looked at the screen to see who the artist was, the singer’s last name was there. i instantly felt as if i had just had the wind knocked out of me. luckily the universe sometimes shows mercy and i was still in the parking lot and hadn’t pulled out onto the busy street just yet.

on tat screen was one word: the above-mentioned man’s last name.

the entire ride home i tried to catch my breath. i had no idea how unprepared i would be to have the memory of the name come rushing back. it’s over 12 hours later and i’m still not ready to look it up, which was the whole reason for my searching for it in the first place.

truth be told, i don’t know which is more unsettling: the name itself or how i was reminded what it was.

lately i understand more than ever to be aware of what the universe is telling me.

(note: i keep forgetting the name again.) the universe is protective too.

 

 

believe it or not, i was a teacher once.

i walked into a store to make a return today. handed the manager my receipt. he looked at it and said: “bonaventura. seymour high school! hey, girl!”

he had to tell me his name because i didn’t recognize him as an adult, but then it came to me. he totally completely made my day! he grew up into a great, responsible, friendly young man. i’m still smiling.

as much as my last two years of teaching really scarred me (fuck you, you know who), there are some things i really miss. and that is connecting with kids and seeing them grow. there’s no way i will ever believe that kids didn’t respect me. sure some didn’t. it was be totally freakishly weird if some middle-school age kids didn’t disrespect me. ya know?

that said, i’m not a great disciplinarian. and i’m okay with that. i feel that teachers shouldn’t have to be super strict babysitters and kids should not be coddled (although in some situations they actually should be). my views on that are pretty old-school. and maybe i wasn’t cut out for inner-city, although i don’t fully believe that either.

i do have the utmost respect for teachers who find a balance and are able to become a teacher i would have liked to have. i know quite a few. go all of you! your students are so lucky to have you!

for me? maybe one day i’ll find myself back in a classroom. but now i’m really really happy where i am. it’s perfect. i love my work and my coworkers, whom i’ve come to consider family.

although that said, i would really love to teach a creative writing class as a side gig. i’m going to make that happen.

girl on a bus

this morning when i was waiting to enter traffic from dunkin, there was a school bus in front of me.a kid slumped against the window unhappy to be there. a long-haired blond girl dancing and playing around in her seat while a long-haired blond girl across from her laughed hysterically. and a brown-haired girl with chin-length hair and glasses in the way back of the bus alone, looking out the window and having what seemed to be a passionate conversation with herself. i fully related to that brown-haired girl.

So There’s That

sooo … i did sit down with my manuscript at about 5 pm today, did other stuff, checked a few things on the actual manuscript, cooked dinner, which was very good–in both that i actually cooked and the dinner itself, and came back to my book at about 6:30, which if you know me, is way too late for me to do anything that requires any type of brain power whatsoever. however, my friend did say she would do a final light proofread so i have set my own deadline at next sunday to get it to her. preferably saturday. i also got tons of stuff done this weekend, including reading about 50 pages of “hunger makes me a modern girl,” which i am pointing out so that i am not kicking myself so hard over breaking my promise to myself. but also now that i have a promise to someone else, i know i’ll get it done; just like i finally got my eyebrows done. there are so many wrong things inherent in that last statement, but if you read my book, you’ll see it’s par for the course. and also fucking hysterical. the book, not my weekend. it wasn’t an overly funny weekend. it wasn’t a bad weekend. just not the laugh riot type. like my book is. #ShamelessPlug #SeeWhatIDidThere #StopItAlready  #ItsPastMyTimeToBeSuccessfullyCreative #StepAwayFromTheKeboard
AND on top of it all, i just wrote a blog post. #SoTheresThat  #NeverUnderestimateYourself #Woot

psa

i went to medi weightloss today for my free consultation. the program is medical-based and you can lose up to 10 lbs the first week and 6 each following. they do all sorts of medical assessments and put you on a 500-700 calorie diet of just protein for the first week. starting the second week you can add in some veggies. supplements are available, including appetite suppressants. until you reach your goal, you go weekly. the initial visit without insurance is $450. if you can submit it out of network, you have to pay the insurance price which is over 700. each weekly visit, depending on if you get the vitamin injections are $79-130 and if you want mid-week injections, it’s $30. i was worried about paying $45 a month to be able to go to ww meetings and weigh-ins (i need the accountability; i can’t do it by myself).

they won’t tell you this over the phone so i saved you a visit. unless you have money to do this and don’t mind having to have your vitals checked weekly for almost $100 because you are literally starving yourself.