Everything always seems to have gone by in flashes, like a strobing light that casts these minutes of amnesia, as if the seconds in between them are actually hours, because before I knew it, I had left the classroom. I started watching myself through the glass from outside of the door as my corporal went through the motions and taught on the other side. I knew I had about 2 hours left of teaching period 2, so I left noticing myself jumping on the desk, getting the students all wild-eyed and rambunctious about The Tell-Tale Heart. Yeah, he's got it under control...and I took off.
Walking down the yellow and gray hallway, my mind started to wander again. I was looking down at the ground, counting the soundless thuds my faded, brown boots weren’t making on the scuffed linoleum. ‘Yea, he’s got them under his thumb, especially that Tony Valdez. I’ll just be gone for 10 minutes, run around the building or something.’ I said to myself. Then I started to think, if I talk to myself, while having an out-of-body experience, does that mean I’m crazy? Better yet, I’m having this out-of-body experience, does THAT mean I’m crazy?
My mind has the tendency to travel light years ahead and make round trips into and from the realm of the forgotten. I’ve been at this school for about two years now. I can’t even believe two years have passed by. At first, I was this clean-shaven, baby-soft shirt, tie, and pressed slacks-wearing rookie, nervous and sweating about the young minions about to devour my soul. Now, I come in, I haven’t shaved for weeks, haven’t shined my shoes in months, and I’ve got those cherubic puppies eatin out the palm of my hand. The small people love me, and they do whatever I say, it’s bizarre.
