I remember that day, it was probably like a Wednesday around eight,
so I had just finished my Mexican immigration course.
And I got back to my apartment and like, was almost in tears.
And this had been probably the third,
fourth time that I had come back from that class, just like, emotionally devastated.
In that particular day, when I got back from class, I was like, let me actually meditate on this.
Let me ground myself.
And as I was doing it, I was like, well, I feel really good now after doing this.
I think my classmates could really benefit from also partaking in this.
As a facilitator of the space, it's not my intention, of course,
to ever just leave them either in tears or definitely more stressed than they come in.
But I feel the moment calls for us to have these conversations.
But the moment also calls for us to have all of the different ways that we can be there for each other and collectively breathe together as everyone has brought to the classroom.
It was about how can I make this classroom a safer space for myself.
and for my classmates, and for my professor too,
because I know that even just speaking about our teaching,
my Mexican immigration course is difficult.
As 2025 ends, many of us are reflecting on what's happened this year.
The good times, the joy, and also the constant uncertainty and stream of really heavy news.
We cannot consider yet a ceasefire.