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By jwb71913 Date: 2005 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.24.21.12.29462]] |
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I've been sitting in this room every night for the last week, desperately hoping for a warm welcome when I return home. I am afraid to leave here and unable to stay. Images of home and hearth and my sweetie fill my subconscious as I go the through the litany of training rhetoric. "Yes, I understand", "No, I dont have any questions right now", "I'm making a note of that". Furtively watching the clock and composing limericks about this awful part of the country. Now and then my mind takes such a wide turn that I totally ignore my surroundings, and have to be jerked back into the present by a forceful "Hey Jim, are you with us?" "Of course I am with you asshole, I've spent my life teaching morons to do what you ask of me. I'd rather think of my sweetie than listen to you". So for a few moments I concentrate on my surroundings, and then the cycle begins again. |