I wasn't planning to post anything for the rest of February, actually. I'm trying to sort out my priorities and as it goes, I realized this blog isn't one of them. Anyway, this post may come off as a written form of my kvetching so please just skip this if you think your time’s better off spent wisely.
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I have one goal in mind every day, at 3:05 in the afternoon. And that is to get the hell out of the school hallways, with or without anybody to walk with.
Today wasn’t an exception, but there was a change.
Apart from the Science teacher dismissing us ten or so minutes past the departure time, I had to run an errand to confirm my tasks on Sunday. I was held back and I didn’t get to move until people started crowding the hallways.
That impeded my goal of “getting the hell out” and I felt incredibly lame for doing what I did, which was to overtake all those plodding bodies. That was plenty rude, but I was desperate to get a move on.
However, in that overcrowded hallway, my right foot caught a snare (a bag strap, if memory serves) and like a damned prey, at least half my body lost the ability to move the way it should and gave in to the pull of gravity. To put it rather dramatically, I almost fell headfirst to (or without much doubt, even out of) the ledge that separated life and injury, steady footing and free-fall. But as a stimulus, my hands saved me and I was upright again.
Ha-ha.
I don’t really know if that’s what happened. I didn’t still myself long enough to be ridiculed or to analyze how near or far I was to breaking a bone. I just pulled my feet off and took a left stride, silently cursing all the slowpokes who refused to give the hastening ones the chance of moving through a clear path they deserve.
There’s a “Keep Right” rule but I don’t think that’s enforced. People walk where ever the hell they please and as a pedestrian who likes to get to her destination as soon as possible, I’m pissed off. Their lack of discipline is causing people to lose time. I'd love to let them know that but, I swear to God, I'm just going to win myself adversaries if I do.
Which isn't a smart move.
That's all I have in mind for tonight, the mundane kind of human trafficking. (They always make that joke.) Just watch your rear view mirror when I learn how to drive. When you see me in a Lamborghini (oh, I wish), steer clear from your lane.
...
I have one goal in mind every day, at 3:05 in the afternoon. And that is to get the hell out of the school hallways, with or without anybody to walk with.
Today wasn’t an exception, but there was a change.
Apart from the Science teacher dismissing us ten or so minutes past the departure time, I had to run an errand to confirm my tasks on Sunday. I was held back and I didn’t get to move until people started crowding the hallways.
That impeded my goal of “getting the hell out” and I felt incredibly lame for doing what I did, which was to overtake all those plodding bodies. That was plenty rude, but I was desperate to get a move on.
However, in that overcrowded hallway, my right foot caught a snare (a bag strap, if memory serves) and like a damned prey, at least half my body lost the ability to move the way it should and gave in to the pull of gravity. To put it rather dramatically, I almost fell headfirst to (or without much doubt, even out of) the ledge that separated life and injury, steady footing and free-fall. But as a stimulus, my hands saved me and I was upright again.
Ha-ha.
I don’t really know if that’s what happened. I didn’t still myself long enough to be ridiculed or to analyze how near or far I was to breaking a bone. I just pulled my feet off and took a left stride, silently cursing all the slowpokes who refused to give the hastening ones the chance of moving through a clear path they deserve.
There’s a “Keep Right” rule but I don’t think that’s enforced. People walk where ever the hell they please and as a pedestrian who likes to get to her destination as soon as possible, I’m pissed off. Their lack of discipline is causing people to lose time. I'd love to let them know that but, I swear to God, I'm just going to win myself adversaries if I do.
Which isn't a smart move.
That's all I have in mind for tonight, the mundane kind of human trafficking. (They always make that joke.) Just watch your rear view mirror when I learn how to drive. When you see me in a Lamborghini (oh, I wish), steer clear from your lane.
