Why are you so quiet? My plump fingers pinched the unruly grain of rice. I plopped the grain onto the top of the correct pile, and then I sifted through the other heaps of rice. The short hand on the clock slipped downward as the stench of Lysol wafted through the air. Adults frantically slathered disinfectants on the surfaces of the tables. The other kids were probably frolicking through the damp leaves, wiping their flu-infested snot onto the sleeves of their sweaters. Inside, I inspected each bit of rice before assigning it into a pile based on its texture, girth, hue, and any other distinction I could observe. At the end, when my rice had been meticulously organized, I searched for the deviant grains. Eventually I would leave, and upon
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I pressed on the pencil until the paper’s surface dented alongside my strokes, and the graphite dislodged itself into the crevices. I read. The turning of the pages and the lulling repetition of the letters induced a trance-like stillness in my brain. I listened. I focused on the teacher as her laryngeal vibrations conveyed wisdom about mathematics and proper punctuation usage. However, I did not speak. I used a series of gestures and grunts to communicate. I spoke with choppy sentences, and I generally felt as though I had nothing insightful to add. I had an aversion to talking.
Why are you so quiet? I hated leaving my books for recess. I was shuffled out onto the playground and forced to stay. I sometimes played catch with a brick wall, until the mud from the kickball started to splatter onto my arms. I normally just paced around the edge of the playground, flinging the woodchips into the air with my toes. I tried to keep my shoes clean. Lunch was even worse. I sat at the end of the table and occasionally chimed into the conversation. Once, I was completely alone at a table for twelve. I cried on the bus ride home.
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I comment on the lack of bitter frost in the autumn air. I mention Star Wars, and subsequently get into heated debates about Star Wars. I complain about idiots that do not use their blinkers. I talk about the past. I recall the times before smart phones. I reminisce about old TV shows. I miss Jon Stewart. I talk about the future. I disclose my wish to become a doctor. I reveal my alternate plan to become a filmmaker/bartender in Seattle if medical school does not work out. I warn about the death of the planet from climate change. I talk about philosophy, history, and science. I talk about movies, politics, and the economy. I talk. I talk. I
I pressed on the pencil until the paper’s surface dented alongside my strokes, and the graphite dislodged itself into the crevices. I read. The turning of the pages and the lulling repetition of the letters induced a trance-like stillness in my brain. I listened. I focused on the teacher as her laryngeal vibrations conveyed wisdom about mathematics and proper punctuation usage. However, I did not speak. I used a series of gestures and grunts to communicate. I spoke with choppy sentences, and I generally felt as though I had nothing insightful to add. I had an aversion to talking.
Why are you so quiet? I hated leaving my books for recess. I was shuffled out onto the playground and forced to stay. I sometimes played catch with a brick wall, until the mud from the kickball started to splatter onto my arms. I normally just paced around the edge of the playground, flinging the woodchips into the air with my toes. I tried to keep my shoes clean. Lunch was even worse. I sat at the end of the table and occasionally chimed into the conversation. Once, I was completely alone at a table for twelve. I cried on the bus ride home.
Why are you so …show more content…
I comment on the lack of bitter frost in the autumn air. I mention Star Wars, and subsequently get into heated debates about Star Wars. I complain about idiots that do not use their blinkers. I talk about the past. I recall the times before smart phones. I reminisce about old TV shows. I miss Jon Stewart. I talk about the future. I disclose my wish to become a doctor. I reveal my alternate plan to become a filmmaker/bartender in Seattle if medical school does not work out. I warn about the death of the planet from climate change. I talk about philosophy, history, and science. I talk about movies, politics, and the economy. I talk. I talk. I