>My muscled protector

April 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

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The weirdest child at school is in the second grade. She frightens me, but I’m drawn to her because in a way, she seems to behave without the confines of societal pressure. Today she threw this action figure at me and told me that he’s my boyfriend. I’ve been carrying him around as a quick fix for my loneliness. It’s nice to have a protective muscle man by my side when Joe and Nukah are unavailable.

Teaching is a performance. A few of my students were talking about my personality and agreed that I seem like a happy (though not a simple) person. Perceptions can be so isolating (or do I mean alienating?), but it would be unhelpful for my students to know what I’m feeling most of the time. I’d like to be backstage for a while, hiding in the folds of the red velvet curtain.

I can’t wait until Friday when Joseph and I run away to Montreal to visit Jen.

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