miss Corrigan

May 15, 2009 17:24

My 2nd grade teacher came to my work to buy "Japanese tea" a couple days ago. She was a very special person to me. I usually loved all my teachers, but I think we had especially bonded. I guess in a way I was always afraid of running into her, and for her to find out that i really didn't do anything with myself. I guess I don't know why i flattered myself into thinking she would remember me. but she was a big deal to me when i was 7.

she let me skip the handwriting exercises and play on the computer instead (which i'm pretty sure the other kids resented) and recommended books to me (eg: anastasia krupnik)

i wouldn't have recognized her but when i read her name on her credit card, i asked if she taught 2nd grade. i told her my name, and she claims to have remembered me, said i was really smart, and rushed out immediately. so that was that, 2nd grade teacher kinda remembers me 18 years later.

i think my blind boss caressed my arm waaaay too long today at work. more on that story never. gawddamnit

anyone wanna go to "transmission" tonight at the fine line? joanie left me.
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