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The gifted teacher on the library technician cornored me today at my computer. I was writing the first post of the blog but quickly minimized it as I spied them approching. They moved directly behind me so that I would have to turn around to talk them. The tech. stood, leaning against a low shelf, while the gifted teacher chose to sit down next to another computer. They placed themselves far apart, making it impossible to at them both at once. I tried staring at the blank space between but found that to be a fail. With half a mind to what they were saying, I decided on looking interested and turning to each new speaker as they began anew a tedius monologue.
They wished to know how much I had accomplished on my project thus far. I murmur, attempting to make it look like no big deal "Nothing...". The tech. draws my attention with a confused look on her face. "I didn't really understand you," she says "I thought you just said 'nothing' ". Hurt by her offensive tone I abruptly tell her that she heard correctly. Along converstion ensues, filled with weird analogies about house-building, subtle threats to have me binned, and my usless assurances that I have everything under control.
That conversation lead me to consider actually working today. I sort of glanced at the notes I had taken earlier in the year. That thought sure died quickly. Although, the whole episode has me a bit anxious. They demanded to see some progess by Thursday. All these resrtictions and deadlines; they make me feel like I'm being attacked by an exoctic snake from some far off land. It coils around me, bones craking under the preassure, before sinking it's deadly teeth into my neck and releasing paralyzing venom. Lifeless, I fall to the floor. I want to throw out my arms and take flight, like my dreams as a child. Then I could only fly a mere foot or so off the ground, not yet old enough to break free of gravity.Now I am older, and at tiems I feel that if i were to just jump off the chair over there, or suddenly fall forwards I would feel that floatly feeling and soar forwards and up and up and up. Propelling myself forwards, as if I was swiming through the air, I'd forget my cares.
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Posted by kskinny on 2008-04-29 13:25:09 | Rating: | Views: 89
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