Dream

Dream

Eve Berinati, a high school English teacher and National Writing Project Fellow, wrote this guest blog post. Berinati teaches Creative Writing, Advanced Composition and Women’s Literature at Burlington High School in Burlington, Vermont. She wrote this post from a 12-minute freewrite based on the one-word prompt “dream” she gave to one of her senior classes last week. She cried while writing it, teared up when reading it aloud, and received a moment of silence, then a round of applause from the class. I invited Berinati to share this post on my blog. It seems fitting to share it today.

Dream. I’m thinking about Martin Luther King, Jr.’s dream and President Obama’s second inauguration, and what it all means. I remember that first inauguration in 2009 and how excited we all were. I wasn’t there, wasn’t one of the (over a million) people who had descended on a freezing cold, sparkling Washington DC, but I saw the broadcast in the Burlington High School auditorium. Surrounded by students of all shades and stripes, screaming their heads off, I remember my shock at seeing the poet, Elizabeth Alexander, on the screen. I knew her, had met her. She had guest taught a small poetry seminar to my class at the University of Vermont in 2005. She had signed my copy of her book, American Sublime, “For Eve, with all good wishes.”  I had memorized her poems, had taught them in my classes since then. And there she was, part of the ceremony ushering in our new president. This meant that I was one degree of separation from him. I thought I could meet him if I tried. Meanwhile, there were all these young people by my side watching someone who looked something like them, for the first time in our history, becoming president. They thought they could be him if they tried. It was a palpable joy, this sense of opportunity. This was the hope that I wanted to hold on to.

Later that day, when he and the first lady got out of the car to walk in the procession—she in that gorgeous yellow dress (style, that woman)—I felt my first pangs of fear. Because in this country, hopes and dreams, embodied in bold leaders and orators, get shot down all too often. Hopes and dreams in the form of children, too. And so I held my breath, and praised their bravery, and hoped for their safety.

Four years later, after facing a backlash of racism and small minds, a coalition on the offensive, that man will become president once again. My hopes haven’t changed, though the joy, I fear, has subsided for some. I imagine Martin Luther King Jr. smiling down on us, telling us not to give up on the dream.

I, for one, am sending all good wishes.

Mama Said There’ll be Days Like This and More

Everyone has that one sweet moment they escape to when the road gets rough. For me it’s the moment I first looked into my daughter’s eyes. I didn’t truly know what unconditional love meant until I became pregnant with her. Before she was born I knew what it was to be willing to sacrifice yourself for another person in order that they may live. I loved her before I met her, and to this day she remains the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Born during a storm and after 29 hours of difficult labor, I could barely look at her when I first heard her cries. But the moment our big brown eyes met she had me under her spell. It didn’t matter how exhausted I was, I held her close to me and stared at her for hours. And to this day nothing makes me happier than time spent alone with her.

About 15 months later I became a single mom overnight. That was the most difficult year of my life, but I marched on and never gave up for her. Now four years old she is just as fierce and independent as her mama. But she is also just as compassionate and eternally optimistic as me as well. So when times get tough, I revisit my sweet spot. If the best moment of my life occurred after 29 hours of the most physically painful experience of my life, then anything is possible when life pulls the rug out from under you and knocks you flat on your face.

Sarah Kay’s “If I Should Have a Daughter” sums up my relationship with my own. How very lucky I am to have a love like this in my life.

What I Want

I don’t want to be a stupid girl.

I’m tired of being Miss Independent.

I want to stay wide awake.

I want to fight.

AND I DESERVE TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT I’M WORTH. 

An Open Letter to the Last Guy I Dated (Update)

I took this down per the request of the man I refer to in my post, however so many women have come to me with text messages, emails and DMs from him over the past two weeks. I realize that he is more than just a player. He is a pathological liar, cyberpath and sociopath. It’s important that women know that there are men like this on the Internet and that Vermont women know that this man is here. He is clearly putting women’s health at risk and manipulating them into making irrevocable life choices. There are even women outside of Vermont who have contacted me. All of these women first met this man through social media before they met him in person. He tried to get each woman to do some sort of work for him or he offered to do something to help each of them. This is a man who if you reject his sexual advances may lie to other people and say that you did have relations with him. He will put down your body and your ability to other people. Never send this man photos of yourself. I am so grateful I never did. He will keep them and show them to other people. This is a man, who if you reject him, may seek revenge by trying to sabotage your reputation or relationships with other people using social media. I realize that after six months of dating this man, almost everything about him is a lie. And I know what these women have presented me with is the truth. Some women keep EVERYTHING. Please do not trust this man. Please do not work for him. There are women who have been hired by him to do projects who have not been paid for their work.

I did get my key back. My locks have been changed. I finally got my money back. And I wish I could take down this post. I don’t like to have my dating life on the web, but the reality is that my conscience won’t let me take it down. I have spoken with too many women, many of whom have asked to remain anonymous, because they fear this man. I fear that his girlfriend he has been living with still doesn’t know about his internet activities and infidelity. The reality is I never would have consented to being in a relationship with this man had I known he had a girlfriend and was seeing or soliciting other women. I have no tools in my toolbox to deal with this kind of deception. I feel violated. I feel victimized. I feel humiliated. I feel broken. And after all of this, he has spent time trying to tarnish my reputation and spread lies about me to cover his tracks. I truly don’t think someone like this stops this behavior. I truly believe this man will do more harm than good to any woman he dates. It is not my job to pursue this any further. I want nothing to do with him for the rest of my life. He is going to continue his duplicitous behavior regardless of my post, but I will never take this down.  And I will never give up the right to defend my reputation.

To the Last Guy I Dated

August 10, 2012

To the Last Guy I Dated,

I now understand your method of operation. I had my suspicions, but did not figure it out or have proof until today. Here is your modus operandi:

  1. Find woman on Twitter.
  2. Follow her.
  3. If she follows back, you DM her.
  4. If she doesn’t follow you back, you retweet her and tweet to her until she does. You are persistent. I will give you that.
  5. Once she follows you DM her private messages.
  6. You give her your email or cell number.
  7. You start texting and emailing.
  8. If she lives far away, you don’t meet her. If she lives nearby you find a reason to meet her. For example, you might take her on as a client or have her work on a project for you. In my case, you wanted to help me with the school budget passing.
  9. You give her the same sob story about how your girlfriend cheated on you, and you’re not together anymore. You talk about your dark past and childhood. You tell her you trust her and have never told these things to anyone before or few people.
  10. I’m sure it differs from woman to woman, but you tell her how disarmed you are by how hard you’re falling for her. In my case you told me you loved me, you were going to marry me and I should sell my condo so we could live together. You didn’t know what love was until I came into your life.
  11. When said girl gets suspicious about your interactions with other women, you tell her they are just friends, interns, clients or someone you used to date. You make her think there’s something wrong with her for not trusting you. You tell her the other women are obsessed with you and stalk you.
  12. You keep your girlfriend and keep several women on the side telling them they are the only one. In my case, I thought I was the only one for sixth months. You told other people lies about me and why I was in your life.

Guess what, fucker. All lies lead to the truth, and you have woven yourself into one tangled web. Don’t bother trying to convince me otherwise, I’ve already spoken to other women and seen the texts you’ve sent them. I can’t believe I let you into my life. I want the key to my apartment back, I want my $1,250 back and I want you to get some psychological help. I have been to hell and back many times. You chose the wrong woman to play. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Cheers,

Me

P.S.

In case you try to tell more lies about me, I have every text message, DM, Skype message and email you have sent me in the last sixth months. It is also all backed up. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?

Everything I Know About Life I Learned from Starbucks

Not really, but I did learn some valuable lessons while schlepping espresso drinks as a barista and shift supervisor during college in the 90s.

1.  Some people in this world are nuts. You must learn to be patient. Back before baristas were allowed to write names on cups, patrons would try to trip you up. I’ll have an extra hot triple grande 1 ½ squirt valencia ½ squirt mocha nonfat no whip mocha valencia, please. I felt like a dancing monkey stumbling my way through repeating an order like that. One woman used to come in with her own thermometer just to be sure the barista steamed her cappuccino to a steamy 165 degrees. I learned that patience is key in life full of nut jobs. Otherwise you become one of them.

2.  Treat people with respect. Stand up for others and yourself. Starbucks protocol required you placed a lid on a drink before handing it to a customer so he or she didn’t spill it and sue the corporation. One day a female customer screamed at the barista working at the bar next to me. A barrage of expletives hurled out of her mouth at the poor barista for putting a cap on her beverage and squashing the foam on her cappuccino. Sometimes the customer is not always right. I marched over to the woman and said, “Look, lady. Do you realize you’re screaming at her over a $3.00 cup of coffee? If it’s that upsetting to you, we can make you a new one. But if you ever talk to an employee like that here again, you will never set foot in this Starbucks again.” It’s important to treat people with dignity and respect.

3.  Just because you have money or power, doesn’t mean you deserve special treatment. Stay humble. I worked in downtown Santa Barbara a few blocks from the beach. Many celebrities frequented the place. I won’t name names, but there were some cocky arrogant patrons. One evening a well-known actor banged furiously on the door after we had been closed for a good thirty minutes. I refused to open the doors for him just because he was a celebrity. Nothing is more tasteless than a person who thinks he or she deserves special treatment because of his or her fame. Stay humble.

4.  Never date someone at work. If you do, be professional about it. When preparing the daily deposit in the office upstairs one afternoon, I heard screaming and the sounds of whipped cream chargers. A barista couple got into a lovers’ quarrel when there was a line of customers spilling outside the door. They screamed and sprayed each other with whipped cream. It was all over the shop and the stairs. It was the first time I fired someone. Leave your baggage outside of the work place.

5.  Your health should always come first. One busy Saturday evening I was working the bar. I had two piping hot Americanos in both hands when another barista slammed into me. The beverages tumbled down my shirt, scalding me. There was no time for modesty. I threw my shirt off, rushed to the sink and let the water run down my bra and chest in front of a packed store for a good 15 minutes. I had first and second degree burns and ended up driving myself to the emergency room with dirty damp bar towels pressed against my chest. But putting my health first, saved me from some nasty scars down my neck and chest.

6.  Always be prepared. Starbucks spies showed up unannounced from time to time. You never knew whom they were, but you would get a report card in the mail for your customer service. You shouldn’t just be your best when you know someone is watching. Always be your best to the best of your ability.

7.  Life is twisted sometimes. You just got to laugh it off. Crazy things happened all the time in the shop. One day I noticed a woman had been in the bathroom for a good 30 minutes. Being the only female barista on the floor, my coworkers appointed me to check in on her. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I tried the door. It was unlocked. There stood the woman dancing naked in the middle of the bathroom with simple syrup dripping all over her. I slammed said door and called the police. Life is twisted. Enjoy the ride.

8.  The early bird gets the worm. I have always been an early riser. You can get so much more accomplished in life that way. The best summers of my life were spent opening the shop at dawn. By early afternoon I punched out and walked four blocks to the beach to sunbathe. A few hours later I would go to happy hour at El Paseo, my favorite Mexican restaurant, and repeat the process all over again the next day. I miss those summers. Early to bed, early to rise means a paycheck, sunshine and fun.

9.  Be creative. Think outside of the box. Starbucks had such stringent recipes, but the best drinks were always those created by the employees. We used to fill whipped cream chargers with syrups and mix all the ingredients into our own concoctions. It was far more fun to be creative than stick to the rules sometimes.

10.  Give back to the community. A little goes a long way. Say what you will about a monster corporation like Starbucks, but they do give back. If you worked just 20 hours a week, you earned full health insurance benefits, a pound of coffee a week and discounts on retail. Plus we used to donate all the pastries to a local homeless shelter at the end of every night. We donated coffee to charity and community events on a daily basis. Employees were rewarded and encouraged to complete community service. One of my favorite community service acts was painting lines on a playground and walls inside the local Boys and Girls Club.

My undergraduate years were tough. I went to school full-time and worked forty hours a week. I used to not sleep one night a week (not recommended) just to get all of my school work done. I also drank up to eight shots of espresso a day by the end of my barista career. But I wouldn’t trade those years for anything. I learned a lot of life lessons working at Starbucks, which I still carry with me today.

I Won’t Back Down

Today I did a lot of private writing. I scrolled through my computer files to see if I could find an old draft of writing to inspire me for today’s blog . I found this post I wrote on December 4, 2011. I never posted it. I forgot about it. But it was if my past spoke to my present and told me just what I needed to hear today. 

The other day while driving south down I-89, Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down came on the radio. It was an unseasonably warm winter day in Vermont, yet some of the darkest moments of my life flashed before me as I heard Petty’s voice.

Sometimes life pulls the rug right out from under you. Sometimes I feel like it happens to me more than other people. But when you open your eyes and take a look around, you realize every person around you fights his or her own battles every single day.

When I was just a child I learned to get back up each time life knocked you down no matter how hard the punch. It was not always easy. There were times when it would have been so much easier to just lie there on the ground. But human beings are incredibly resilient, and I have learned that hard times can bring out the best in some people.

It is one of the reasons why I teach. So many young people do not have stability in their lives and get knocked down on a daily basis.  And I have found that I am happiest in my life when helping others. It can be as simple as being a stable adult role model in the classroom or believing in students and helping them come to the understanding that life is hard, but it is also worth the fight.

I am an eternal optimist. I have had students tell me before that they could not understand how someone could be so happy. It is because I aim to seek out the good in everyone and every thing, even during the darkest of times. It takes time. But once you get through those times, you are stronger for it. And I have found that I am much happier when I can let go and forgive, than if I let my bitterness and resentment consume me.

I leave you with a phenomenal song. It is a song I have listened to over and over again during my life for inspiration during those dark times. I also invite you to leave me a comment and let me know what song inspires you.

No Scream for Ice Cream

The other day I treated my four year old to Ben & Jerry’s. We never made it more than a block from the shop before she licked the better part of her scoop down to the top of the cone. I took it from her and offered to help peel the paper, dropping it in the process.

I stared with horror at the smashed cone and smattered Cherry Garcia on the sidewalk. I braced myself. I expected tears, a tantrum or some kind of reaction. I’msosorrys came tumbling out of me. My daughter looked at me, took my hand and said, “It’s okay, Mommy. It was an accident.”

Parenting on your own is tough, but it’s moments like these when you realize you must be doing something right. I think back to all the times she has spilled her milk or broken a toy. My response has always been to calmly look at her and say, “It’s okay. It was an accident.”

Looking at the dairy victim oozing onto the pavement, all I wanted to do was march back into the scoop shop and buy her the biggest sundae Ben & Jerry’s could offer. A Vermontster, perhaps. I didn’t. I just took her hand and told her how proud I was of her for being understanding. Sometimes your ice cream cone drops. Shit happens. But there will always be more ice cream down the road.

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