Glucose-Fructose

May 03, 2005 08:51

It is so early in the goddamned morning. It’s too early to be sitting at the office. It’s so gray and cold in Chicago. Everything is still dead. Everything cowers into themselves to find warmth. I cower into my cup of coffee and drown.

Yesterday I had a meeting with a teacher I despise (no, not the Publishing professor, though he said my material was too experimental to be published...), I despise her for various reasons, not as a writer, but as a person- so rigidly close-minded that its hard to breathe in her class, getting lectured about how the white man suppresses the blacks, and how black is beautiful (a familiar ring, eh?) and all that jazz. In my class I'm the double standard minority... white and deaf...everyone else makes up this fantastic blend of various ethicentry, from different countries and races, and yet, I get singled out for things I didn't do and wasn't alive for. But at the meeting she fed my ego a wonderful meal- juicy and tender, full of sweets, and a nice ending with a jolt of espresso...so many compliments that I'll take a "white man" lecture from her any day from here on out.

I must come down from this binge and take this nice confidence swelling in me and do something productive with it.
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