Where did Ieave that hero?

This week has been stranger than normal.

That sentence is the only thing that has made the smallest amount of sense in days.

I was sitting in class and something made me look up from my frantic scribbbling. I looked around to see Mac and Helena all of my fellow drones of my graduating class, all writing furiously.

I suddenly had no idea how I had gotten there or what I was doing.

I wanted to stand up and start screaming.

After my Gatsby related incident last week, I chose to just sit and try to get my bearings. Madame caught my eye. She clicked her fingers and beckoned me forward.

“Little person, you need tea.”

Tea.

Warm

Fragrant, caffeine and sugar laced tea.   Yes. Madame. Tea would be lovely.

I followed her as the everyone looked at me as if Madame was going to turn me into some kind of stew.

That would not be the strangest thing that happened this week.

Madame made me a cup of tea and sat.

She sat and watched me. When I finished my tea she said,

“Little person, you remember you are the most important in your life.”

That was it.  She didn’t clap her hands and sprinkle me with dust. Dancing boys didn’t whisk me away. The evil curse was not lifted (I hoped, but no)

That’s what she said.

That’s what I’ll do.

 

 

What have we learned from this?

I have learned a lot in the last day, not the least of which is not to wait until the last minute to write your English paper no matter how short it is.

You think I would know better than to underestimate the deceptively short.

I  really,really enjoyed researching Willa Cather.

I learned a lot about her, and yes, a little about myself.

Mostly what I learned is that you shouldn’t  yell “Suck it, Gatsby!” when you uncover a fun fact about old F.Scott “coincidentally echoing a passage” from Cather’s A Lost Lady in his, in my opinion, vastly overrated Masterpiece.

And you especially shouldn’t yell that when you are in the middle of reading that section aloud in class.

Totally digging the hat, Willa.

Thanks for noticing

“I think there’s something wrong with you.”
Only Helena could say this without sounding confrontational. I was a little taken aback, but I just looked at her. I didn’t want to reveal too much, because really, how do you respond to that?
“Ann, we’re in a bookstore. We’ve been here for an hour and you just said that you can’t find anything to read. I you sneered at The Great Gatsby, made a rude remark at Jane Austen, and I’m not sure what you did in front of the Twilight Saga, but I don’t think they’re going to let us come back here for awhile.”
Helena had a point.
Twilight and Gatsby aside, I just flat out don’t like either of them, I am having a hard time settling on any one thing.
I’m hoping this is just a side effect of the superpower thing.
At least my snorts and comments made people leave me alone. I can’t go through the rest of my life like that, although quite a few people I know do. This photo is not altered in any way.  I want to know who decided they had to write down the  lyrics to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” whilst reading about the Beatles.

It took me a minute to absorb this.