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'Eat Me' has more than one meaning.
Jul. 15th, 2010 06:56 pmLondon is absolutely unbearable in the summer. Foetid regardless of it being the modern rather than Victorian era.
This leads tidily into my current music selection. Because of both my stature and my address, I do not have a mode of personal transport--a bicycle would be ridiculous and possibly more dangerous than walking, and a car would be pointless in this city. So I get around the way most people do, using the tube and the buses.
Therein lies the problem: other people. It's fine when I am only going off to my school (to teach, in case there was some confusion with new readers), because by now the drivers and passengers know me, and rarely drive off without me. Indeed, Wednesday's set of passengers includes a whole slew of children that are best pleased to see me.
Going other places, however, is becoming more and more spirit-breaking. It isn't the names--I am used to that, after decades of it. I hardly notice them anymore. It's the fact that people are so petty and unprofessional, acting like I'm a leper or leaving me stranded. I can't walk that far, I'm exhausted and very, very sore after an hour. An hour does not get me very far.
I've started planning my life around when my sisters will be in Town. Most of the teachers at my school are still studying their Montessori courses, so they're busy on weekends; besides which, I cannot find a Disney fan among them. I have always had more in common with my children than my co-teachers.
Living alone is peaceful, but definitely has downsides. It's been difficult to remain polite this summer.
This leads tidily into my current music selection. Because of both my stature and my address, I do not have a mode of personal transport--a bicycle would be ridiculous and possibly more dangerous than walking, and a car would be pointless in this city. So I get around the way most people do, using the tube and the buses.
Therein lies the problem: other people. It's fine when I am only going off to my school (to teach, in case there was some confusion with new readers), because by now the drivers and passengers know me, and rarely drive off without me. Indeed, Wednesday's set of passengers includes a whole slew of children that are best pleased to see me.
Going other places, however, is becoming more and more spirit-breaking. It isn't the names--I am used to that, after decades of it. I hardly notice them anymore. It's the fact that people are so petty and unprofessional, acting like I'm a leper or leaving me stranded. I can't walk that far, I'm exhausted and very, very sore after an hour. An hour does not get me very far.
I've started planning my life around when my sisters will be in Town. Most of the teachers at my school are still studying their Montessori courses, so they're busy on weekends; besides which, I cannot find a Disney fan among them. I have always had more in common with my children than my co-teachers.
Living alone is peaceful, but definitely has downsides. It's been difficult to remain polite this summer.
