My Husband

by Maud Ventura

Waiting for the Day to Come . . . En attendant que le jour arrive? Dans l’attente du jour à venir? It resists translation. I can’t manage to re-create its poetry, nor capture the concrete meaning. The heroine is not only awaiting the arrival of a new age, of a shift in mentalities. She is also waiting for the literal sun to rise.

if I could wake up tomorrow as a ten-year-old again, I would study to be an astrophysicist or an astronaut, learn Latin and Greek, become a fencing champion.

The more an educator is personally invested in the contents of their course, the better their teaching.