Hurry, hurry, I thought, the four of us have to go to our first class. Why I took six when I could’ve spread them out over the course of several years, I don’t know.
A woman who reminded me of Dolly, a soccer mom I once knew back when our sons were little, conducted this little board game séance. With colored pegs.
I wanted the blue one. I don’t know why. But white, didn’t exactly describe me.
Excerpts from both an English and Science textbook floated in my brain, as she spun the plastic dial, to see what she could see, my future in abridged cheat sheets.
“The boys in our class,” I heard myself saying to the group, our group, “the core, not the new ones, were always gentlemen. They never caved into the bullying that would happen in high school.”
A bird flew through the room, and out the only open window.
I wished I were one.
"I did my best,
But it wasn't enough."
- Barenaked Ladies, "You Run Away"
It’s 7:30 a.m. Our class starts in an hour. Barely. And Dolly is going on and on forever. Just on me, the white peg. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Now, I forget what she said about me.
“We’re going to miss our first class,” I remind her, again. I’m tempted to bolt. But I have too many mismatched boots to carry with me. Old socks and half-eaten, moth-eaten styrofoam food truck lunches, my trusty headphones (they go everywhere with me) -
- don’t forget the key to your locker, the one in your head.
Dream, March 16, 2021.
Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on March 17, 2021.