Me and Miss Mandible (600 hits)
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Submitted by <DifferentTrains> (View user info) at 2005-02-05 16:05:48 EST
13 September
Miss Mandible wants to make love to me but she hesitates because I am officially a child; I am, according to the records, according to the gradebook on her desk, according to the card index in the principal's office, eleven years old. There is a misconception here, one that I haven't quite managed to get cleared up yet. I am in fact thirty-five, I've been in the Army, I am six feet one, I have hair in the appropriate places, my voice is a baritone, I know very well what to do with Miss Mandible if she ever makes up her mind.
In the meantime we are studying common fractions. I could, of course, answer all the questions, or at least most of them (there are things I don't remember). But I prefer to sit in this too-small seat with the desktop cramping my thighs and examine the life around me. There are thirty-two in the class, which is launched every morning with the pledge of allegiance to the flag. My own allegiance, at the moment, is divided between Miss Mandible and Sue Ann Brownly, who sits across the aisle from me all day long and is, like Miss Mandible, a fool for love. Of the two I prefer, today, Sue Ann; although between eleven and eleven and a half (she refuses to reveal her exact age) she is clearly a woman, with a woman's disguised aggression and a woman's peculiar contradictions.
15 September
Happily our geography text, which contains maps of all the principal land-masses of the world, is large enough to conceal my clandestine journal-keeping, accomplished in an ordinary black composition book. Every day I must wait until Geography to put down such thoughts as I may have had during the morning about my situation and my fellows. I have tried writing at other times and it does not work. Either the teacher is walking up and down the aisles (during this period, luckily, she sticks close to the map rack in front of the room) or Bobby Vanderbilt, who sits behind me, is punching me in the kidneys and wanting to know what I am doing. Vanderbilt, I have found out from certain desultory conversations on the playgorund, is hung up on sports cars, a veteran consumer of ROAD AND TRACK. This explains the continual roaring sounds which seem to emanate from his desk; he is reproducing a record album called SOUNDS OF SEBRING.
19 September
Only I, at times (only at times), understand that somehow a mistake has been made, that I am in a place where I don't belong. It may be that Miss Mandible also knows this, at some level, but for reasons not fully understood by me she is going along with the game. When I was first assigned to this room I wanted to protest, the error seemed obvious, the stupidest principle could have seen it; but I have come to believe that it was deliberate, that I have been betrayed again.
Now it seems to make little difference. This life-role is as interesting as my former life-role, which was that of a claims adjuster for the Great Northern Insurance Comapny, a position which compelled me to spend my time amid the debris of our civilization: rumpled fenders, roofless sheds, gutted warehouses, smashed arms and legs. After ten years of this one has a tendency to see the world as a vast junkyard, looking at a man and seeing only his (potentially) mangled parts, entering a house only to trace the path of the inevitable fire. Therefore when I was installed here, although I knew an error had been made, I countenanced it, I was shrewd; I was aware that there might well be some kind of advantage to be gained from what seemed a disaster. The role of the Adjuster teaches one much.
22 September
I am being solicited for the volleyball team, I decline, refusing to take unfair profit from my height.
To be continued...
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-02-06 05:56:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
"My own allegiance, at the moment, is divided between Miss Mandible and Sue Ann Brownly, who sits across the aisle from me all day long and is, like Miss Mandible, a fool for love. Of the two I prefer, today, Sue Ann; although between eleven and eleven and a half (she refuses to reveal her exact age) she is clearly a woman, with a woman's disguised aggression and a woman's peculiar contradictions."
-1 because that paragraph creeped me out.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-02-06 00:47:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't know what to make of this.
I will have to consult the magic head I have in the fish tank.
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2005-02-05 18:41:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Whuu? Who ARE you!?
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-02-05 17:48:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm not completely sure where this is going, but it seems as though it could get rather interesting. Carry on.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-02-05 17:08:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this. It makes me think of that fantasy where when you die, you open your eyes as a baby, right back where you started but with all the same memories you had before you died. Nice.
Submitted by Tastycat (user info) at 2005-02-05 17:04:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have no idea why I liked this...
That said, +2
Submitted by Mr.JackassFrost (user info) at 2005-02-05 17:03:17 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow.........................
Never have I seen so much incoherent crap.
I hope this gets better in later posts.
Submitted by Grownasskid (user info) at 2005-02-05 16:20:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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