I am a pretend suburban mom this week. I have a small cash allowence for the week, already went grocery shopping, am driving a gas-guzzling, environment-hating SUV and am bored out of my mind in the land of perfectly manicured lawns.
Last night, I went on a walk with the dog again and wondered about the people living behind those brick walls. I've never seen that Desperate Housewives show so I didn't have anything to feed my imagination, but The L Word was right up there. I was seeing all of these Jennys checking out the possibilities of the world around them, but there aren't any lipstick lesbians in the neighborhood as far as I know.
Being here is just... ug. There is nothing about this tiny city that is appealing to me. Absolutely nothing. I sat there at the honors ceremony for my little sister the other day and watched all these kids walking across the stage. They're the future greeks in the collegiate system. These tiny replicas of the people walking across Michigan's campus in the Fall and Winter, with their Northface and Abercrombie and Fitch. Funny little town. Nothing to offer.
It also surprised me how white the school is--it was just like coming back to Michigan from San Fran. The honor ceremony had four non-white kids, and I think I'm adding one too many with that. Since I went to school, there are a ton more minorities, but still. It's just another reminder of the divisions, the racial divide. You go not even ten minutes and you're at predominantly black schools and they dont' have people tripping over themselves to give them honors and scholarships. There are hardly people that care enough to keep them in the schools.
Sometimes it just surprises me. I forget that the world, and people, aren't shaped, or created, in ways that make them think about others first. There's this school system that is one of the best in the state and they will randomly show up at permanent addresses of minority students just to make sure that they're actually living there. I know two students who were kicked out because they were using the address of a relative as their permanent address.
The markers of division are as follows: I-94, 8 mile/Vernier Rd, Moran. Live on the correct side, and you're golden. The right side of 94 still beats the wrong side of Vernier.
I must say. I think my newest favorite non-profit are the 826 programs found in San Fran, NYC and LA (soon to be Seattle as well).
Last night, I went on a walk with the dog again and wondered about the people living behind those brick walls. I've never seen that Desperate Housewives show so I didn't have anything to feed my imagination, but The L Word was right up there. I was seeing all of these Jennys checking out the possibilities of the world around them, but there aren't any lipstick lesbians in the neighborhood as far as I know.
Being here is just... ug. There is nothing about this tiny city that is appealing to me. Absolutely nothing. I sat there at the honors ceremony for my little sister the other day and watched all these kids walking across the stage. They're the future greeks in the collegiate system. These tiny replicas of the people walking across Michigan's campus in the Fall and Winter, with their Northface and Abercrombie and Fitch. Funny little town. Nothing to offer.
It also surprised me how white the school is--it was just like coming back to Michigan from San Fran. The honor ceremony had four non-white kids, and I think I'm adding one too many with that. Since I went to school, there are a ton more minorities, but still. It's just another reminder of the divisions, the racial divide. You go not even ten minutes and you're at predominantly black schools and they dont' have people tripping over themselves to give them honors and scholarships. There are hardly people that care enough to keep them in the schools.
Sometimes it just surprises me. I forget that the world, and people, aren't shaped, or created, in ways that make them think about others first. There's this school system that is one of the best in the state and they will randomly show up at permanent addresses of minority students just to make sure that they're actually living there. I know two students who were kicked out because they were using the address of a relative as their permanent address.
The markers of division are as follows: I-94, 8 mile/Vernier Rd, Moran. Live on the correct side, and you're golden. The right side of 94 still beats the wrong side of Vernier.
I must say. I think my newest favorite non-profit are the 826 programs found in San Fran, NYC and LA (soon to be Seattle as well).
1 Comments:
preach it to me...
try moving from arlington (DC) to "gross" point. thank god we were only there for less than 2 years.
yikes! suburban splendor, i think not.
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