April 24, 2014
It’s 6:45AM and I’m sitting at my desk wearing a pink fuzzy robe and slippers that are too big. The music from “Beauty School Drop-out” is swirling through my head only, blogging has replaced beauty.
Seriously, I’m considering dropping out or taking a medical leave from Blogging University. I don’t know if today is day ten, eleven or twelve. I haven’t completed assignments from day six through whatever we’re up to and I’m having dreams about failing.
It’s the day of the final, every seat in the classroom is filled, except mine. I wonder the room looking for a different seat and a pencil with an eraser. The exam will include reading aloud from Oliver Twist, and I never bought the book. A pencil holder is on the front desk, I check its content and none of the pencils have points. There are several Papermate Sharp Writers, but they are broken.
The professor, wearing jeans and shoes without socks, sneaks up behind me. He’s never been to class before, and I’m surprised by his looks; a spitting image of Tom Scary, my first high school crush., except his nose is much pointer.
He frowns, cracks his neck, and says, “Looking for something?”
I mumble, “A pencil.” Then continue to confess, “I’m unprepared. I never read Oliver Twist or Catcher in the Rye and can’t understand Shakespeare.” Tears are forming in my eyes.
He reaches in his pocket for a pen he hands me, saying; “Use this!”
Then turns to the class, and says, “Who wants to read first?”
I woke up in a cold sweat.
It took ten minutes to write this, an hour and fifteen minutes to edit, and two days to select an image header.
I’m getting dressed. It’s hard for me to think when my boobs are touching my waist, and besides I have dryer lint on my mind.
. . . . Seriously, what’s on your writing mind?
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