Friday, November 23, 2012

Alphabet Blues

Okay, so I think it's about time I did a bit of reflecting.

In the middle of my senior year of high school I stood in front of the whiteboard in Mrs. Collins' classroom. Rainnie was standing slouched with her head tilted to the left, the pen in her hand playing with her hair. She looked perplexed. Poom's lips were pressed in a firm line and his eyebrows had scrunched down behind the frame of his glasses. He looked perplexed.

"What comes next?"


A line of squiggles and swirls danced across the bottom of the whiteboard. "Ahahaha. You can't remember what letter comes next? It's your alphabet!" I giggled and thought "Good luck to whoever goes to Thailand."

That, my friends, is ironic.