'Twas the night before Christmas, with yesterday spent boiling a mouthpad--twice, to sink those molars--and being hit, and hitting. Not your normal holiday preparations, but then again today is hardly usual for us. A sick kid is in the next room. Your average winter cold is ominous for the diabetic, and we had communicated with the on call endocrinologist twice before lunch. Next stop is the ER for IVs, he said. Merry Christmas. The line up was such at boxing class that I'd be sparring the teacher. "Oh man," Chad exclaimed, knowing what Emily could be like. "You're in for it." I had figured I'd be up against either a smaller, older man in the class or Emily, and it's saying something that I preferred the man. The preparation for being alone with your opponent and your wits requires people: the boxer is helpless to put on the gloves or the headgear. I stood as a fellow classmate pulled the headgear down over my face, was able to do nothing about t
Exciting! Can't wait for the Author night. Awesome work, you are an inspiration, super grateful our paths have crossed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vanessa! I am glad you are in my life.
DeleteFascinating piece, Amy. What's type of HS is he in? I'm just curious about the class/ethnic issues that he might be facing.
ReplyDeleteFascinating piece, Amy. What sort of HS is it? I'm interested in the possible class/ethnic issues behind the story.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The drug story, you mean? A public high school. And those are good questions. I have a picture of this kid in my head, but I never bothered to ask Simon the specifics.
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