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"can i speak to kate nishimura for a second?"
"who?" says mr. hiltz, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. his gel-spiked hairline recedes.
"kate nishimura."
"who?" he asks again, incredulously.
"kate."
this time he looks around, puzzled and annoyed. "who are you looking for?"
"is this some kind of joke?"
knowing all too well that its not, i suppress my mounting exasperation and get up quietly. ironically, i know that my going unnoticed will now attract the attention of blank stares.
"i hate your class."
"i do, too."
later, hiltz pulls out one of his little ambush questions. "Kate," he says, deliberately turning to face me, "can you tell me what the end of the continental shelf represents?" again, people turn to stare, thinking, "i've seen her before. maybe she's in this class every other day." he's trying both to compensate for the fact that he didn't know who i was, and at the same time get revenge for making him look like an unconcerned educator.
"i dunno," i say, batting my eyelashes and chewing my gum in that obnoxious way that sophomoric high-school girls do. i do know.
mr. hiltz, get a new hairstyle.
"who?" says mr. hiltz, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. his gel-spiked hairline recedes.
"kate nishimura."
"who?" he asks again, incredulously.
"kate."
this time he looks around, puzzled and annoyed. "who are you looking for?"
"is this some kind of joke?"
knowing all too well that its not, i suppress my mounting exasperation and get up quietly. ironically, i know that my going unnoticed will now attract the attention of blank stares.
"i hate your class."
"i do, too."
later, hiltz pulls out one of his little ambush questions. "Kate," he says, deliberately turning to face me, "can you tell me what the end of the continental shelf represents?" again, people turn to stare, thinking, "i've seen her before. maybe she's in this class every other day." he's trying both to compensate for the fact that he didn't know who i was, and at the same time get revenge for making him look like an unconcerned educator.
"i dunno," i say, batting my eyelashes and chewing my gum in that obnoxious way that sophomoric high-school girls do. i do know.
mr. hiltz, get a new hairstyle.