I went to the
The thing about living in a small town is you see people you know everywhere. So of course today I saw three RHS students (easily recognizable since we were all wearing the same shirt; it's Homecoming) and this guy who is one of my students' boyfriend but I recognize him from somewhere, I don't know why. I hate seeing students (or their boyfriends) outside of school; I don't know how to act. Do I strike up a conversation? Act like I don't know them? Acknowledge them and then ignore them? Most of the time, I pretend I'm invisible, that's what works for me.
So I talked to the
Every time I get this throat thing, I look up tonsillitis on WebMD, but I don't think I have that; I have examined my throat pretty closely, and there are no white spots on it. I think I have those nodes or nodules--or whatever they're called--on my vocal cords. I'm pretty sure they have to be removed surgically, and I'm also pretty sure that I will get the drunk surgeon who will totally screw up my larynx and then I will have to talk with one of those vibrating boxes and then my sister Joon will never talk to me again because those things freak her out.
You know me, always looking on the bright side.
Anyway, my throat burns like fire and I can't talk without squeaking, which is always pleasant, especially during lectures when I am trying to explain pronouns and antecedents.
On the other hand, maybe somebody will write a song about it.
No comments:
Post a Comment