My first day at school.
This is worse than my first day of kindergarten when my teacher, Mrs. Brown, scolded me for standing on a chair. I felt that the whole class was staring at me. They were. Today I feel like the whole world is staring at me. They aren’t. But that’s what it feels like. I’m remembering one of those hideous dreams where you realize you’re standing in the middle of Pottery Barn wearing only a grimmace. Total exposure. But that’s just fear talkin’ and I’m determined to ignore it and forge ahead for today, I am officially a blogger. That odd creature who roams the hinterlands of cyber-space in search of… I’m not entirely certain.
I have spent the last few hours battling frustration, gnashing my teeth, supressing my anger and deleting…. oh, the deleting. But I’ve made it to this place and have collapsed in a heap. My only fear now is whether I’ll be able to find my way back here again. But I’m hopeful.
As for the kindergarten scolding, it was the duck’s fault. Or it could have been the policeman’s fault. He’s the one who brought the duck to school…. on a leash. I was too small to see out the window thus the chair and the scolding. A policeman leading a duck on a leash. Could that just be another one of those crazy dreams I’m famous for? What happened next is even more bizarre; all my teeth fell out. My money’s on the dream theory.