Up early, awake and spry
Thoughts bubble to the surface: An employer is trying to get your number, but your'e too submerged for him to hear you. Go on, try, and hear the gargled mess that is the result.
"Five Oh Three, Nine Seven Four," And it all comes out with too much reverb.
A forest of bamboo trees lies in between you and your new wife, and you have to navigate through this with little but your own experience of bamboo, which is limited to a smattering of overly-produced kung fu movies that diguised themselves appropriately as art, and the knowledge that the plant is a menace.
Next you find yourself on top of a chair, being held by four large men, all of them relatives. You try to act like you've got it all together and that this will all be over in a few seconds.
Your'e next to the cloud factory when they drop you, falling through miles of bamboo, teaching strategies, students hurling obscenities at you.
Your'e in Spain on your honeymoon, and the heat a paltry 113 degrees farenheit as you stare out at the Terazza, and the azure sea beyond it, the sky, land and sea has been burned.
You awake covered in sweat, newly-married and nowhere near close to a teaching job next year.
But the bamboo is nowhere to be found....
It's from a student you had, but he's graduated by now, and still at his job operating on Cats and Dogs. He's cleaning out a cage, scrubbing the corrugated steel floor of a cage while you walk down the street at night, listening for the howl of a local band playing in their basement.
Old friends have been in town all week, and now they've gone home.
Your family left days ago, but you have a new family to start.
It's the beginning of summer and the heat is on, literally, it just turned on in your house as you sit at your laptop, and tug at dry coffee. The chapped lips sip the befuddled brew, that dribbles down your chin as you finish your post on blogger, sigh and hit the bright orange 'submit' button. In more ways than one this week, you have.
"Five Oh Three, Nine Seven Four," And it all comes out with too much reverb.
A forest of bamboo trees lies in between you and your new wife, and you have to navigate through this with little but your own experience of bamboo, which is limited to a smattering of overly-produced kung fu movies that diguised themselves appropriately as art, and the knowledge that the plant is a menace.
Next you find yourself on top of a chair, being held by four large men, all of them relatives. You try to act like you've got it all together and that this will all be over in a few seconds.
Your'e next to the cloud factory when they drop you, falling through miles of bamboo, teaching strategies, students hurling obscenities at you.
Your'e in Spain on your honeymoon, and the heat a paltry 113 degrees farenheit as you stare out at the Terazza, and the azure sea beyond it, the sky, land and sea has been burned.
You awake covered in sweat, newly-married and nowhere near close to a teaching job next year.
But the bamboo is nowhere to be found....
It's from a student you had, but he's graduated by now, and still at his job operating on Cats and Dogs. He's cleaning out a cage, scrubbing the corrugated steel floor of a cage while you walk down the street at night, listening for the howl of a local band playing in their basement.
Old friends have been in town all week, and now they've gone home.
Your family left days ago, but you have a new family to start.
It's the beginning of summer and the heat is on, literally, it just turned on in your house as you sit at your laptop, and tug at dry coffee. The chapped lips sip the befuddled brew, that dribbles down your chin as you finish your post on blogger, sigh and hit the bright orange 'submit' button. In more ways than one this week, you have.
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