Wrong size!
It usually happens when your are smart and your teacher appreciates it…He was reading his essay with those long pauses he can’t omit. Those sighs that were disturbing my ears were obviously caused by lack of air. I could ironically whisper you should have practiced your diction, but I am exhausted of his stupidity that he tries to look like intellect…
The idea of those words I could hardly understand, was pretty good, I appreciate personalized stories! But that sighs… TERRIBLE!!!
Finally I got the point! It was a simple prelude, not the text itself. The second part made me feel ashamed of him, of everyone in the room, of me. What could ever be alike between him and me that could make me feel ashamed?
Nothing, of course!
But I found the answer in several seconds: Would you comment on his work? Teacher asked me…
Guess what I’ve said… Nothing!!!
No matter how bad was the essay, if only those chaotic words could be called Essay, commenting works of those I can’t stand, is a taboo!
But teacher insisted on my superiority… I felt so big and the room got that tiny that I felt like in a cage. In such moments I don’t see anyone; I start drawing noisily in my notepad and counting teacher’s words. I can’t explain that, but it happens…
And now I feel small… I feel sad about that guy, I feel sad because tomorrow is my turn to read my artwork…
Sursa
2009-02-19 20:11:47