secret hiding spots
I am a tamale in its husk, a pinto bean inside the pod, a shy wily hermit, supine, emitting cooing sounds and tapping my fingers together. Today I broached the outdoors and collected some yellow leaves. Where is Rosemary? They ask. Clearly she is not a good friend. She is hiding reading writing doing seeing thinking brainiac thoughts. OK really I have to take the MCAT on August 9th. What is the MCAT? Think medical bar exam. Power death study rituals occur now. I am performing wizardry stunts; I despise Harry Potter. Which means I study intermittently with copious breaks for languid James Tate engrossment to quell my test anxiety. It will help me on the Verbal Section, I tell myself.