Nibbling on November

Hello Reader,

Today I wanted to talk about the month of November. To be more specific, I wanted to talk about how November is NEVER a good month when it comes to my work load at school. No one wants me to go on a tangent of all the things I have due before my Thanksgiving break (but I'll have you know it is absolutely frightening, hospital trips might be inevitable).

For some reason professors believe that November is the perfect month to have everything and their mothers due because they have realized that there are only four or five weeks left of the semester.
It is frightening for them, too, and as a future teacher I can appreciate that.

I'm also going to be teacher the little tikes of the nation and not college level students.
They are too opinionated for me once they hit 5th grade.


Back to my work load.
It's extraordinary.
Truly.
If you don't believe me I have a final paper due if 5 days. And by final paper I mean the biggest percentage of my grade will be determined by the paper I am able to produce this weekend and hand in to my professor.
No pressure, or anything.

In other news, I am taking a creative writing class this semester forfun and I wrote a poem I think y'all might enjoy.
Here ya go:

A Lesson in Dance

Let us say we have a date,

A partner who wants to touch,

Who wants to get close to smell

The soft curve of skin at your neck.

We feel the rhythm of the music

And decide whether to be

A leader or a follower.

We take our place and begin

The dance of lovers, a dance of

Giving and taking.

Back to front, hands on hips,

We guide each other as if following

A map laid out years before us

That generations of people have been

Consulting since the beginning of time.

He might gain confidence as she

Encourages the roaming hands that

Caress the condensation of her skin

And bring about goose bumps

Even though the air is thick

With the mingling of excited breath and

Stale fog from a machine.

She might take risks, ignoring

The warning from her mother

That actions speak louder than words

When she reaches back to feel damp

Hair between her narrow fingers

And allowing her body to press back

To feel the thrill of another person’s need.

They might slow down depending on

What the DJ plays next, but they

Have an understanding of how two bodies

Come together, move together, stay together

In an environment that thrives

On hearts beating and people meeting.