Follow Me to Adventure, Potential Dentists
I decided to walk from the late night job back to the hospital this morning, so that I could stretch my legs, not wait for the shuttle, and let's face it I was out of mind with sleep deprivation. I could have gotten lost and starved. I very nearly did. It was the insidious kind of deprivation where you're quite sure that everything is peachy and you're an iron man, you thirty year old stud, you can do this. Secretly, though, your brain is squirming with overabundance of chemicals and aquarium rocks, and your decision making process begins to operate in ways that will get you involuntarily rendered unconscious.
In any event, I had a duffle bag full of laundry I hadn't bothered to do when I got off the bus and sprinted into the big complex of buildings next to the hospital. A school for dentists, in fact. The sidewalk is taken up by an amazing pit in the earth where, in the future, there will be more dental school, so in order to get around the block, you must either cross the street four times - henceforth known as the 'easy way' - or make your way through the dental school itself, a task not for the uninitiated. I was aggressively uninitiated.
The staff and professors of the school looked down their noses at this smelly, stumbling beast with an ill-smelling sack. I got the feeling they didn't see me as some outsider but as a student they had overlooked, marking down my grades and dismissing my academic conclusions with their eyes. Oh but silly professor! I'm not one of your students! I'm merely a completely insane person loose in a school of dentistry.
I came out the wrong side, onto a previously undreamed-of side of the building and stood starting at the map of the pedestrian detours. I was fully prepared to settle down and start a new life right there in front of that sign. Perhaps raise a family. It would solve the problem of trying to put a roof over my head, at least. Luckily, a kind woman took pity on me and, graciously, walked me entirely through the building, along the route to the place where I needed to go. What a complete gem.
So I lived and here I am to tell the tale. Heed my warning, young ones.
In any event, I had a duffle bag full of laundry I hadn't bothered to do when I got off the bus and sprinted into the big complex of buildings next to the hospital. A school for dentists, in fact. The sidewalk is taken up by an amazing pit in the earth where, in the future, there will be more dental school, so in order to get around the block, you must either cross the street four times - henceforth known as the 'easy way' - or make your way through the dental school itself, a task not for the uninitiated. I was aggressively uninitiated.
The staff and professors of the school looked down their noses at this smelly, stumbling beast with an ill-smelling sack. I got the feeling they didn't see me as some outsider but as a student they had overlooked, marking down my grades and dismissing my academic conclusions with their eyes. Oh but silly professor! I'm not one of your students! I'm merely a completely insane person loose in a school of dentistry.
I came out the wrong side, onto a previously undreamed-of side of the building and stood starting at the map of the pedestrian detours. I was fully prepared to settle down and start a new life right there in front of that sign. Perhaps raise a family. It would solve the problem of trying to put a roof over my head, at least. Luckily, a kind woman took pity on me and, graciously, walked me entirely through the building, along the route to the place where I needed to go. What a complete gem.
So I lived and here I am to tell the tale. Heed my warning, young ones.