Becoming a Teacher

Here in the streaked sunlight and its slimming shadows with soft warm salt curling on my lip. I can't believe I'm signing a contract today. I can't believe IronChef was fired yesterday! How do these things happen so quickly and without warning? Or, perhaps, the warnings appear but go unrecognized.

I really like it here. It's green and peaceful and I feel natural. More than anything, that's why I think this is right. I never felt that way at the music company. I was always a foreigner sitting in on someone else's world-- someone else's life. I am going to try to stay in touch with IronChef, though. I think that she is a really good person and a person worth knowing, no matter what differences in philosophy we had.

I just wish this salty sun would let up a bit... although I am glad that it is not so humid. And every now and then, the kissing grace of a breeze. So, whatever else, this is okay and I know that.

I'm glad I didn't go with Jake to Brooklyn last night. I had a bad feeling about that. Besides, too many things happened strangely yesterday. I can't believe that I bumped into the Stallion! And all I could think of was that my hair looked bad. Why do I even care? I can't even sustain a conversation with him-- we just have nothing to talk about.

But I remember how he felt and how strong he was and how deep he went. It's hard to forget, even if I never think of it. Anyway, it's about 15 minutes to my appointment, so I think I'll go in...

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So-- inside now. I'm under the soft brown light on the muted striped couch in the air conditioned room. My feet are resting on the spotted, granulated carpet. My eyes are raised to the powder blue lapels of classes long gone.

I'm not sure how to act. I can't quite remember everyone's names. The rumbling in my stomach coalesces-- sucked together into a tiny pin-point which then sets its heart on leaping into my throat. At least I wasn't late this time. I just don't want to be late for my boss today either... Or the bulldog will have my head...

But what do I care? I have a home. And my B will be back tomorrow! So much has changed. It seems like it has been an eternity.

They are going to call me soon.