Spring 2015 - Day 90

Today was a recovery day. My whole body was still in so much pain from climbing the dune yesterday. It was also a day to catch up on things. I spent most of the day working on my next art project. I was doing a piece on how we all felt like we were drowning in the conversations on the ship about privilege and identity. I spent my entire class period cutting out words from a newspaper.

In my notes for today I wrote that lunch was really shitty. I don’t even remember what it was but I do remember that I walked away from it really disappointed.

In the afternoon I cracked open the bag of gummy worms that I had bought in Namibia and was watching a movie when Jessi called me.

She asked if I wanted to go to the gym with her because Annie had bailed. So I ended up going for a spontaneous run after eating half a bag of sour gummy worms. I had planned to let my body recover from Namibia but apparently it didn't need to, my work out was great.

In the evening I went to a seminar on adoption from one of my friends, Connor. He had been adopted from Ireland and he talked about how being adopted affected his life. He said that he is very open to talking about this and he is sure this stems from the fact that it comes up often. His brother is only 4 months younger than him and so every time they are introduced to someone the fact that they are so close in age leads to talking about how he was adopted and then his parents found out they were pregnant.

He talked about how he felt isolated from his family and how his parents tried to include them but that it didn't help much. He also talked about how he never really felt connected to his Irish heritage because being adopted became so much apart of his identity.

It was really interesting. I had never really thought about the challenges that would come from raising an adopted child or how much that would affect their lives. I was really glad I went to hear him speak.