Letters to my constituents

Dear Mr. Hubbard, Last night you drove me home from Radford on I-81 never going over 40 mph. While I sat in the front seat having a panic attack. You were cool, calm & collected. I will never bash your driving skills again. Color me impressed.

Dear Ike, you were a trooper yesterday. Thanks for having a stronger bladder than any human ever could. But if you could stop chewing on your foot, that'd be great. It freaks me out a little.

Dear Roanoke city,  I had been convinced that you had no good food to offer me. It wasn't until recently that I realized you have a lot of delicious restaurants but that they are simply out of my price range. I suppose I was spoiled living in a college town because all food had to be cheap because otherwise restaurants would have gone out of business. If you could send me in the direction of decent pizza, I'd be satisfied for a while.

Dear Snow,
After last night, I think we need a break. It's not you it's me. I've become an adult and had to actually be out in the snow for once and I think it's time for you to go. I may call you for a late night booty call in a few weeks when I need to catch up on lesson plans but until then, kindly go home.

Dear Harry,
I sure hope we catch that prisoner today. We should really make the most of this snow day and finish him off.

Dear POTUS,
I didn't get to watch the SOTU last night because I was fearing for my life, but I'll catch up today. Are you on youtube?

Poetry by yours truly

At the end of my multiculturalism class I had to write a cultural autobiography which included an artistic representation. Since I'm not terribly artistic I opted for a poem which is hilarious considering I have never understood poetry. Maybe it should just be called a writing. Yeah, I'm much more comfortable with that.

A writing by Meg:

I come from a place of “ya’ll” “ain’t” and sometimes even “how’s ya mommy and them”

I come from a place of culture, music, rhythm and roots

I come from a place of pride, hard work, family ties and simple living

But I also come from a place that promotes intolerance

A place that tells racist jokes with little concern

A place that believes a woman’s place is in the kitchen

A place that would not permit acceptance to those who are “different”

Because in this place, that I came from different =wrong

Be it in race, gender, sexual orientation, religion, SES, or physical ability

I am proud of my roots but I don’t want there to be a part of it I’m ashamed of

I want to come from a place of love

I want to come from a place of acceptance

I want to come from a place of cultural awareness, openness, and exploration

I want to come from a place of equality 

I want to come from a place of different=opportunity to learn and grow

I want to come from a place of growth, change and awareness

And I want the stagnation, negativity and judgment of my culture to be washed away

I vow to raise awareness

I vow to show acceptance

And I vow to preach equality to this culture that I love so much

Because the Appalachian culture deserves this

My culture is too rich to be defined by their hatefulness and intolerance

It deserves to be defined by it’s positive qualities