Date: 5/14/2018
By pretzeling
I was in English class analyzing “God’s Gradeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins. We had a sub that day—a huge bald dude that looked like an ex cop. During the course of class, I said “fuck.” It just slipped out. He ignored it. Then I said it again and he paused the class to be like “Seriously? Cursing?” Then, a few minutes later, the whole class paused and and started doing a weird synchronized motion or dance in total silence for some reason. I said “...the fuck?” on accident. The word rung out like a gunshot. The sub was so mad his veins were popping. I was mortified. He ranted and me and said he was going to kick me out of class in front of everyone, and something about how he voted for Trump. After class, I went up to him and apologized, hoping my TA or prof wouldn’t hear about the incident. I walked away, to campus, and noticed I was wearing a clear plastic bangle bracelet. I thought it was a gold bracelet... but it was clear, and totally filthy and dirty, like a grubby fingernail. I was disgusted and threw it in the trash, but not before seeing a grey hoodie in the trash can and thinking it was a person.. as I walked I was worried what my classmates would say about me. Then I went home and started imagining memes... one meme was a picture of a dog with glowing eyes dragging a blanket in a dark basement. I think it meant something about death. My friend used it to reference Dragon Age III. I went down into our basement and then had to go up a different staircase because my sister’s dog was blocking off the old way. The stairs the of my basement were so narrow and dark with a ridiculously low ceiling, and I could barely wriggle up them. “Sometimes, the best way back up isn’t the way you took to get down,” I thought.