My LAST NAME is…..
My FIRST NAME is……
My HOUSE NUMBER is…..
My STREET is…..
My PHONE NUMBER is…..
My ZIP CODE is …..
My BIRTHDATE is…..
Some do not know their address. They just know what bus they take.
“I take the 23 bus.”
“Where do you get off the bus?”
They shrug. And yet somehow they find their way home each day and come back.
Do they have an ID card?
Most don’t, or at least not on them. So they can’t speak their address and they aren’t carrying a piece of paper with it written anywhere. It’s probably the parent in me, but just the thought of them in a strange city, not knowing the language, riding the bus and not being able to say their address! I can’t get over it.
We somehow manage to garner the needed information, fill out the applications and take them over there.
At the library, my efforts to pass as an easy-going person are in jeopardy. I feel the weight of the entire Dewey Decimal System on my shoulders as I follow students around, watching where books have been pulled off shelves and put back, to make sure they’ve been put in the right spot.
I’ve written this for my own pleasure, just to say what I did today, but I see that it’s all about addresses and locations being clear and everybody and everything being IN their right spot. It’s about control and panic over the possible lack of it. None of this comes as a surprise.