Sasha, Artist/Revolutionary in Nikes

So... while waiting for the F train to close its doors and move along at 4th Ave. this morning, a large family came rushing up the stairs and made it in time. I do not intend the following description as anything creepy, more so the beauty of this child seemed like a special sign. At first I thought the kid was annoying and spoiled, as if through Michelle's eyes, who doesn't like happy, smart and attractive looking White children, for some reason. Anyways, Sasha got herself a seat in between two random adults, and she goes, "Daddy I want to color!" At first I thought she said, "Daddy I want to cuddle!" which is weird, but her Daddy said, "Not right now, Sasha. The train is moving too much and you might lose your markers." It's so sad when parents respond to their kids like, "Sit down and shut up!" I hate that. You don't want to make eye contact either and be told to mind your own business. Well, Sasha had a nice dad, and he finally agreed to give her her coloring book and markers. She then tried to put her Hello Kitty backpack on her lap as a little table, but she couldn't get it in the right position, and I watched her struggle for some time. While concentrating, she was doing a light tap tap tap with her front top and bottom teeth, which I also do. This little gal had huge blue eyes and shortish, wavy brown hair. She was probably about five or six years old? Then she put Hello Kitty on the train floor, sat on it, and started to color by people's feet until her dad suggested using the train seat as a table. I work for the company that makes Hello Kitty backpacks, by the way. In fact, I felt like we had a lot in common, but she barely looked at me. I wanted to say, "Hey look! I'm you, but all grown up!" I liked her outfit. Sasha wore silver and pink Nikes, pink cotton pants with buttons on the side, and a little red raincoat with black polka dots. Her coloring book had Hebrew on the cover and inside were all these mathematical, geometric designs. Awesome coloring book idea! She worked on a design that had many large triangles divided up into smaller ones, like a simple kaleidoscope. She was coloring big triangular chunks in pink and purple. My favorite colors, as miniature me! It kind of hurt my feelings that she didn't smile at me or anything, but oh well.

Michelle didn't get home from the ER until 8 am, this morning. She's staying home from work today.

Do you think you can be a revolutionary and still wear Nikes? I hope so. I actually work for an importing company- shoes (and backpacks!) made in Chinese factories, shipped, accruing costs in energy, not recycling, etc. etc. technically against my ethical beliefs... but I actually love my job and hate to think about moving on (to start teaching). Sometimes, I really think I might not become a teacher afterall, despite getting my masters degree.