Today I’ve felt nothing but a feeling to be back in South Gate. I want Mexican food (¡Birria y buche!), to walk down the streets of the city I grew up (I already feel such a disconnect already), where I hear Spanish everywhere and feel comfortable. Where I can play my music loudly and proudly and not have to worry about annoying those around me (much). I’ve been listening to Los Panchos and have been doing my Spanish work VERY slowly for the past four hours. I began looking into plane tickets to go back home for a few days during Spring Break, but so far, they seem too expensive. I’ll look into flying out of Providence, Rhode Island, on Southwest, but I don’t want to take a bus to Providence… Plus, Southwest makes so many stops on the way and I would probably not be able to have food, like the last time I flew on Southwest (from Providence to San Antonio).
I have many ideas and want them to come to fruition. I feel they would improve things at Harvard and I have begun voicing a few, but have faced opposition from a number of people. Too radical, some say. They’re not radical enough, I say. I have a very clear mindset about a number of things but I’m the only who understands or supports the ideas. I have to find my niche. I’ll start looking at workers’ right groups throughout Boston. I haven’t seen many around Harvard (maybe I should look harder) but I’m sure they’re around in Cambridge/Somerville/Jamaica Plain.