Five days!

Five days!

“I hate to admit it, but sometimes I had imagined what it would be like to march into battle, or carry out a mission in the face of danger.  I’m not sure if these fantasies come from the hours of action movies I’ve watched with Pete or if I  have some sort of innate need to save the helpless (or “play the pinche martyr” like Luz said). But, in my fantasies, I’ve never imagined an outcome such as this.  In my mind, my friends and I would march in like victors, strong and defiant, not timid and pathetic.  And there was always some sort of theme music, something like “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes.
There was never, however, any theme music.”

-Maya Price, on the reality of going into battle.
Identified:  The Maya Price Story


About Faith Rice-Mills

Librarian. Writer. I teach my students, but they also teach me. Married to my best friend from high school. Mommy to the most cutie patootie I've ever seen (AB, we call her. Though the husband likes to say "little monkey"). Owner of Simon and Fitzgerald (Not Paul and F. Scott, my dogs). My parent's daughter, in every sense of the word. Siblings-Yes! They are some of my best friends. Afraid of snakes, elevators and cotton balls. Love having coffee with my best friend. Yoga=yes please! Developing a sense of style. Interested in playing with verb tenses. Oh! And point of view! Would love a delicious chicken fried steak followed by a chocolate chip cookie. Love my red pants, my pearl necklace, and my sparkly gold shoes. Wish I was fluent in Buffyspeak and that Harry Potter was my friend. And so that's me...
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