On two separate occasions now, I’ve witnessed the same student skipping across campus. When I say “skipping,” I do not mean “walking sprightly.” This is a full-tilt, 6-year-old-at–the-circus skip, unabashedly energetic and joyful. Both times, she has been just ahead of me on the sidewalk, her long brown braid against a dark backpack. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, she breaks into a skip—knees high, backpack flopping, braid bouncing. Is she simply seized by the moment? Does she seek faster, more enjoyable locomotion? No matter. It’s damn beautiful.
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Teacher. Writer. Mother. Engaged citizen. English PhD student interested in narrative theory and environmental humanities. In the moment, eyes open. View all posts by smceuen