i feel sick
Several students sneezed when they looked
up at me, as I leaned over their computers, giving them valued advice. But they
didn't mean anything bad by that- they just don't know better, I'm sure. Poor
things.
Alison Bechdel visited yesterday. She's the one
with her elbow on the tale. It's funny how I feel differently when I'm around
people who do something like what I do, like Alison. She's good, and she's doing
complicated things. I feel less of a freakish torsion of the gene pool and more
like a true citizen and so I get cloyingly sentimental and make sure the class
has an heirloom-quality commemorative photograph which they can treasure
forever.
A young man named Brent Fagerberg is
not in the picture because he was sick that day- but I neglected to put his name
at the top with the others (as "absent"). I'm sorry, Brent. I didn't leave your
name out because you sneezed on me. You didn't sneeze on me or at me, did you?
No. It was someone else. I think.
Posted: Wednesday - October 11, 2006 at 11:03 PM