there is something strikingly disturbing about a construction site. all of the dirt, concrete rocks, metal, and glass. today they cut down the trees around the school where i work. whole trees were lying on the ground- it looked like a wall of leaves and branches. the sounds of the equipment and the strangers around every corner makes me uncomfortable. i guess i don't like the disorder- the unpredictability of it. two years until it will be finished. will i be here in two years?
i don't even know if it is safe for me to venture to school these days. i can imagine them towing my car out of the parking lot to begin ripping up the concrete and trucking it out of town. it's progress. it's practical. it's bothering me in a strange way. i can't imagine what the next few years will be like for the students. i suppose they are somewhat excited and i guess i am too. this is important for the community and the kids here. i'm just not good with change.
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