This is the world we live in (well, at least the view from a middle school class in Spanish Harlem). In this world, I give test prep pep talks (say that 3 times fast!) to 8th graders, play soccer outside with 6th graders who claim "I'll smoke you Ms.", as well as offer hugs to 7th graders, who in turn, with a raised hand offer a high five saying "awww, I'll give you 5 Ms., cause that's how we do it in Harlem!" All of these things happen in that world. 
This is also the world we live in. At least from the point of view leaving said middle school in Spanish Harlem. Oy to the world that sleeps on a dirty mattress left alongside the East River and FDR Drive. I pray to GOD it's not any of my children. As I was walking home I thought about the few pictures I'd taken today, and was faced with this immediately. Who sleeps on this mattress? How did it get here? Where did it come from? Is it being used, or is it meant to be thrown out now? All questions that need answering. Ah, this is the world we live in. A pleasant nap beside the East River after a long day at work.
This is also the world we live in. At least from the point of view leaving said middle school in Spanish Harlem. Oy to the world that sleeps on a dirty mattress left alongside the East River and FDR Drive. I pray to GOD it's not any of my children. As I was walking home I thought about the few pictures I'd taken today, and was faced with this immediately. Who sleeps on this mattress? How did it get here? Where did it come from? Is it being used, or is it meant to be thrown out now? All questions that need answering. Ah, this is the world we live in. A pleasant nap beside the East River after a long day at work. I make wonderful chicken noodle soup.
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