I really and truly wish this nightmare was over, but I have two weeks to go before my weekly coverage of meetings for work is finally over.
And no, I haven't finished the latest installment just yet, so today's Rant is going to be another reading Rant.
Sorry about that, but i just don't have the time right now to deliver something better.
So here is another chapter of my novel, and I hope to give you something better tomorrow.
And did I mention that I have to go to the urologist later today for another checkup?
Yes, these ordeals are, truly, a pain in the butt, both figuratively and literally.
27
When he opened the classroom door, “Mr. Abraham” went to his desk, and saw the students file in, with Melissa once again the first one into the room.
She sat in her usual first seat in the first row, and as her fellow students came into the room, they scowled at her, each and every one of them, and as each student came in and looked at her, she slid further into her seat.
“Melissa, sit up in your seat, or you are going to fall on the floor,” “Mr. Abraham” said to her, as the class laughed. “I was on the floor the other day, and I can tell you from personal experience that it is not a good place to be.”
He continued, “I think Melissa might have, what shall we say, her tail between her legs a little bit right now. Melissa knows what she did, and she has to live with it. Let’s move on to our work.”
The day went well for Abraham Lincoln Panim and his class. The students were attentive, they did the work they were supposed to be doing, and everything went as well as he could have hoped.
Every so often, he would see both teachers and students peering through the small glass in the window that was in the classroom door. He would look over, give whoever was at the door a wink, and those at the door would scamper away.
“Boy, I am so happy to be in this class, because ‘Mr. Abraham’ is, like, the most handsome man I have ever seen,” said one girl in the back of the room to another girl just ahead of her.
“Yes, he is so dreamy,” said the other girl.
“Who is so dreamy?” “Mr. Abraham” asked the two girls as they spoke to each other.
“Umm … umm … well … you are, ‘Mr. Abraham.’ You are!”
“Well, you might find me dreamy, and you might be right, but we still have some work to do, so let’s put the dreams aside and get to what we are supposed to do,” “Mr. Abraham” said, with a definite chuckle in his voice.
He eyed Melissa in the front row, and she sunk further down into her seat as Abraham Lincoln Panim spoke to the other two girls.
He turned to Melissa and said, “And Melissa, sit up in your seat,” he said. “That tail between your legs seems to be pushing you off the chair. It’s better if you sit up.”
And she did just that. Or at least tried to, as all eyes of her fellow students were on her, with that same scowl that they came into the room with after lunch.
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