Tuesday……………..
Getting back to the girl who’s name no one knows.
I thought I would have the distinct pleasure to only see her in my philosophy class. I go to a big school, but not big enough obviously. Well, if I got to school early, I would go to the computer lab and check my e-mail. One day, while typing, she came in and sat across from me on the other side of the room. I didn’t notice her for a while. The room was hot due to the approaching summer. The school had moved a large metal fan into the corner. This thing was so old and looked like it was made in the 1950’s. it was loud and big enough to pick up small children and fling them through the air and out the door. The noise was worse. You could not hear anything or anyone next to you, just the rusty fluttering of the arms.
All seemed quiet until I heard this girl scream out, “you need to shut this fucking thing off”! “It’s sucking me into it”. Everyone turned and I was surprised and happy to see miss nose picker across from me. She continued on about the thing being loud as she slurred her speech. Everyone went back to what they were doing, ignoring her, except for me. She was great, whaling her arms in the air, screaming into the fan while it made that buzzing distortion over your voice. She sat down and went back to typing, so did I. then in a few minutes she started attacking her computer. Smacking it and swearing at it as though it was alive. She screamed “this computer locked up, the F#%&@ thing”! by now, the assistant came over and asked her to stop. She didn’t. she continued to slap and bang at it. The assistant grew angry and told her to leave. This infuriated her and she started screaming at the top of her lungs how the school’s computers were shit and the fan was too big and too close to her head. She picked up her stuff and went into the pocket of her bag and pulled out several pens and pencils. She wipped them at the fan. They hit, and flew across the room at everyone who was watching the scene. She stormed out into the hall way and sat down on a bench and cried. Not just cried, but whaled like a 3 year old. Her voice echoed through the hall, stopping people in their tracks. Wow, glad I came to school early. She made it to class after all that had taken place. She looked fine as though nothing happened…………did it really?
Getting back to the girl who’s name no one knows.
I thought I would have the distinct pleasure to only see her in my philosophy class. I go to a big school, but not big enough obviously. Well, if I got to school early, I would go to the computer lab and check my e-mail. One day, while typing, she came in and sat across from me on the other side of the room. I didn’t notice her for a while. The room was hot due to the approaching summer. The school had moved a large metal fan into the corner. This thing was so old and looked like it was made in the 1950’s. it was loud and big enough to pick up small children and fling them through the air and out the door. The noise was worse. You could not hear anything or anyone next to you, just the rusty fluttering of the arms.
All seemed quiet until I heard this girl scream out, “you need to shut this fucking thing off”! “It’s sucking me into it”. Everyone turned and I was surprised and happy to see miss nose picker across from me. She continued on about the thing being loud as she slurred her speech. Everyone went back to what they were doing, ignoring her, except for me. She was great, whaling her arms in the air, screaming into the fan while it made that buzzing distortion over your voice. She sat down and went back to typing, so did I. then in a few minutes she started attacking her computer. Smacking it and swearing at it as though it was alive. She screamed “this computer locked up, the F#%&@ thing”! by now, the assistant came over and asked her to stop. She didn’t. she continued to slap and bang at it. The assistant grew angry and told her to leave. This infuriated her and she started screaming at the top of her lungs how the school’s computers were shit and the fan was too big and too close to her head. She picked up her stuff and went into the pocket of her bag and pulled out several pens and pencils. She wipped them at the fan. They hit, and flew across the room at everyone who was watching the scene. She stormed out into the hall way and sat down on a bench and cried. Not just cried, but whaled like a 3 year old. Her voice echoed through the hall, stopping people in their tracks. Wow, glad I came to school early. She made it to class after all that had taken place. She looked fine as though nothing happened…………did it really?
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