2004-07-23 - 9:34 a.m.
i've got this complex and it's all because of grade three. i constantly listen in on other people's conversations when i'm in public. don't take me out for dinner. i'm more interested in the people at the next table and analyzing their conversation. we can talk about it in the car.
but in grade three i finally got told. i'd listen to the teachers talking in the hallway. you know how mrs. grade 2 comes to talk to mrs. grade 3 by the door. you're supposed to pay attention to the teacher and i never let her out of my range. so i'd listen to what they were discussing. i always knew what they were talking about: lunch, school cancellations, substitutes, bad kids... and frequently i'd put up my hand and add my bit to the conversation when she came back into the classroom. mrs. macqueen had to flat out tell me that this was unacceptable before i even realised i was doing it. that was my wakeup call.
that same year i was cast as the witch in hansel and gretel. distraught that my character actually had to die in the play i ran away from the meeting room. i sat in an empty classroom and contemplated what i could do to get out of this role. mrs macleod came in, and being much nicer having been married and having children, decided to tenderly convince me to tell her why i was upset. i told her i didn't want to die on stage. she let me be the mother instead. i had to dance around with the father, and even though his name was booger and his sneaker tongues stuck out too far, it was much better than dieing.
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