It could be worse
I hated Mr. Ortiz's class, Grammar sucked.
"Ms. Geneva, will you please pay attention."
I hated the way he called me 'Ms. Geneva' and he only did it because he practically dripped sarcasm. I was extremely tired; I had stayed up until 12:00 AM doing homework on a Monday night.
"Sorry Mr. Ortiz, I'm just tired is all ."
"Shame on you," he said, his voice, once again, very sarcastic. "You should know better than to stay up so late, Ms. Rose"
I hated the way he said my middle name, I would have hated that he said my middle name but I liked my name.
"Do you think I could go to Lila to get an Aspirin, Mr. Ortiz? My head hurts."
"Not right now, I think that you should just wait. It's only 15 minutes until the end of the period. So, as I was saying, reflexive verbs..."
I completely tuned him out. My head hurt, I couldn't wait, but I was really tired, maybe I could just close my eyes for a minute...
I had fallen asleep, was my first panicked thought, as I wished that I had just kept my eyes open. I had woken up but I didn't want to open my eyes because I was on the bed in the nurse's office. Wait, I was in the high school, and the nurse's office was in the elementary. Nor could I remember it being so uncomfortable with a heavy, scratchy, wool blanket. Something was wrong but I couldn't put my foot on it. I heard two male voices saying something I couldn't make out.
"Alex, Jose, I'm OK, just please go away. I've no patience and I'm too tired to yell."
I expected to hear the regular "Maleta!" from Jose and the "Chimp!" from Alex, but there was only a very foreign voice saying, "Hey, Cowboy, who are Alex and Ho-se?" I sat up immediately and my eyes flew open.
There was a black kid, kind of short, with big eyes, staring me in the face. "Hey, Jack, she's waken' up!" I was starting to panic and I grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt.
"Then why don't you tell my where I am? A la gran!"
"A'right! A'right! Calm down!"
I noticed, through my panic, that he had a New York accent. This was very unnerving.
He looked scared, "Youse in Manhattan, in da Newsies Lodging house. Now will calm down?"
"No!" I was now completely livid, "Do you realize that in the history of stupid questions, that takes the cake! I'm supposed to be about 2,000 miles to the west and south of here!" I made it more of a statement than a question. The kid was starting to look really scared and called down a flight of worn stairs, "Jack! come now!"
The boy that ascended the stairs had a smart aleck look on his face that I didn't like. He started to laugh, "My my, Boots, youse sointenly has a way wid da goils." Boots didn't even smile, but I was still mad.
"Do you suppose, fathead, that you could tell me what this incompetent little midget can't?"
"An' what would dat be?"
"WHAT YEAR IS IT AND WHY AM I IN MANHATTAN OF ALL PLACES?"
Jack looked slightly taken-aback but answered promptly, "1900, and I found you sleeping on an empty vegetable crate in the Bronx and carried you here."
I would have kept on yelling but I had finished venting.
"Isn't that kind of a long way to carry me?"
Jack chuckled, "Yeah, it is."
I hated Mr. Ortiz's class, Grammar sucked.
"Ms. Geneva, will you please pay attention."
I hated the way he called me 'Ms. Geneva' and he only did it because he practically dripped sarcasm. I was extremely tired; I had stayed up until 12:00 AM doing homework on a Monday night.
"Sorry Mr. Ortiz, I'm just tired is all ."
"Shame on you," he said, his voice, once again, very sarcastic. "You should know better than to stay up so late, Ms. Rose"
I hated the way he said my middle name, I would have hated that he said my middle name but I liked my name.
"Do you think I could go to Lila to get an Aspirin, Mr. Ortiz? My head hurts."
"Not right now, I think that you should just wait. It's only 15 minutes until the end of the period. So, as I was saying, reflexive verbs..."
I completely tuned him out. My head hurt, I couldn't wait, but I was really tired, maybe I could just close my eyes for a minute...
I had fallen asleep, was my first panicked thought, as I wished that I had just kept my eyes open. I had woken up but I didn't want to open my eyes because I was on the bed in the nurse's office. Wait, I was in the high school, and the nurse's office was in the elementary. Nor could I remember it being so uncomfortable with a heavy, scratchy, wool blanket. Something was wrong but I couldn't put my foot on it. I heard two male voices saying something I couldn't make out.
"Alex, Jose, I'm OK, just please go away. I've no patience and I'm too tired to yell."
I expected to hear the regular "Maleta!" from Jose and the "Chimp!" from Alex, but there was only a very foreign voice saying, "Hey, Cowboy, who are Alex and Ho-se?" I sat up immediately and my eyes flew open.
There was a black kid, kind of short, with big eyes, staring me in the face. "Hey, Jack, she's waken' up!" I was starting to panic and I grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt.
"Then why don't you tell my where I am? A la gran!"
"A'right! A'right! Calm down!"
I noticed, through my panic, that he had a New York accent. This was very unnerving.
He looked scared, "Youse in Manhattan, in da Newsies Lodging house. Now will calm down?"
"No!" I was now completely livid, "Do you realize that in the history of stupid questions, that takes the cake! I'm supposed to be about 2,000 miles to the west and south of here!" I made it more of a statement than a question. The kid was starting to look really scared and called down a flight of worn stairs, "Jack! come now!"
The boy that ascended the stairs had a smart aleck look on his face that I didn't like. He started to laugh, "My my, Boots, youse sointenly has a way wid da goils." Boots didn't even smile, but I was still mad.
"Do you suppose, fathead, that you could tell me what this incompetent little midget can't?"
"An' what would dat be?"
"WHAT YEAR IS IT AND WHY AM I IN MANHATTAN OF ALL PLACES?"
Jack looked slightly taken-aback but answered promptly, "1900, and I found you sleeping on an empty vegetable crate in the Bronx and carried you here."
I would have kept on yelling but I had finished venting.
"Isn't that kind of a long way to carry me?"
Jack chuckled, "Yeah, it is."
