Not a racist!

I have one particularly obstinent student (surprising actually, how now I view “badly behaved” students on a huge sliding scale of severity that I barely ever see, much less have to consider) who drives me nuts. I give him a chance, he comes halfway. I give him another chance, he gets halfway, nearly almost done. He’s had several “chances”, based on my giving him the benefit of the doubt because I’ve only ever talked to the kid over the phone.

Today I get an oral presentation.

“It’s me, interviewed by the President of the United States,” he laughs.

Enter your boring job interview questions here, with wind noises (evidently he is standing in the wind on the side of a busy highway or something) for about two or three minutes.

“Thank you Mr. Barack for your time. Oh yeah, I hope  you, like,  get assassinated!”

This was followed by awful stoner shrieks of laughter. I swear to god, if being a racist is a new adolescent fad,  I will start …something contreversial…you better believe me, I tell you whut. Goddamnit. Nothing like ending the day on a highly annoying note. What’s worse, is his facilitator tries to apologise for him, begging me not to give him a zero for a high-mark assignment. Why not wipe his  18 year old ass  too?

Starting Over, Unrepentant Sinner!

In short, push did come to shove, did come to being too drunk to stand, did come to nearly having the police called for noise complaints, did come to a much lower self-esteem than initially started with accompanied by scarily absolute feelings regarding mortality, and things ended.

The following weeks have brought me to B-town, a mere 25 minute drive from W-town, but the differences are dramatic, let me tell you what, though granted,  some of these are psychologically conjured out of blissfully altered state of mind. I live in a creepy old duplex half that makes weird noises and is perpetually drafty, with the two cats and the two snakes.  All the taps drip, and a poltergeist runs around knocking shit over (like the felines) and creeping me out.  It also likes to drink out of the cat’s water dish for some reason. I am the proud new owner of a Co-op share (number 26331), I have bird feeders, and live in a town with 22 churches (more on that later). I DO stuff.

I honestly couldn’t be any happier than I am right now, unless Unicorns existed and we could domesticate them into seeing-eye animals. It’s only been two weeks, and I feel like my chest can expand completely. I can sleep entirely through the night without moving once, even with the variables in cat-sprawl that map the quilt at bed time.

My job still rocks. My co-workers have twisted senses of humour, and my expendable income, despite my heavy-ish rent price, has doubled, now that I’m not spending it on shit I don’t care about.

And Tempest? I got to keep all my books.