Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Twilight Zone
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the waiting room at Ford of Kirkland.
The large door was open. The blue suited man motions for me to pull forward. The sign says to honk, so I do. The blue suited man grimaces. I turn off the truck and jump out, slamming the door hard. I speak to the long haired lady who asks me to show her what needs to be fixed. She asks for a number to call when the repairs were made. I tell her that I'm waiting.
She looks perplexed. She tells me it might take at least 3 hours. I tell her I have a book and iced tea. I'll be fine.
I move to the waiting area. The door slams behind me like a jail cell in a prison. This is going to be my home for the next few hours. I need to make myself comfortable. There are already people waiting there, each in their own chair. Some texting on their cellular devices, some having private conversations loudly with unknown persons. Some reading the provided reading material on the small side table.
I settle in with my book and tea. People come and go. A small Chinese man named Mel Burke reads a Marie Claire magazine article on make-up. When he sees that I'm looking, he hastily tosses the magazine aside choosing instead "Car and Driver".
A Mexican grandmother comes with her granddaughters. They begin watching the TV... on the Disney channel no less. The Wizards of Waverly place drones on for what seems like hours. The daughter of the grandma comes and hustles everyone out of the waiting "lounge". On their way out, one of the girls tries to open the car door to the mustang inside the showroom and sets off the car alarm. The alarm scares us to death and the honking continues for what seemed like hours.
I listen to the Deli lady gossip with the workers of the dealership. I learn more than I want about many of the people who spend their days selling cars.
I find my eyes getting heavy. The Suite Life of Zach and Cody has it's hold on me. I can't keep my eye lids open.
I feel a touch on my arm. It's the long haired lady. My truck is finished. I jump up eager to be out of the clutches of this "waiting room". I feel as if it almost had me, but I escaped just in time.
The large door was open. The blue suited man motions for me to pull forward. The sign says to honk, so I do. The blue suited man grimaces. I turn off the truck and jump out, slamming the door hard. I speak to the long haired lady who asks me to show her what needs to be fixed. She asks for a number to call when the repairs were made. I tell her that I'm waiting.
She looks perplexed. She tells me it might take at least 3 hours. I tell her I have a book and iced tea. I'll be fine.
I move to the waiting area. The door slams behind me like a jail cell in a prison. This is going to be my home for the next few hours. I need to make myself comfortable. There are already people waiting there, each in their own chair. Some texting on their cellular devices, some having private conversations loudly with unknown persons. Some reading the provided reading material on the small side table.
I settle in with my book and tea. People come and go. A small Chinese man named Mel Burke reads a Marie Claire magazine article on make-up. When he sees that I'm looking, he hastily tosses the magazine aside choosing instead "Car and Driver".
A Mexican grandmother comes with her granddaughters. They begin watching the TV... on the Disney channel no less. The Wizards of Waverly place drones on for what seems like hours. The daughter of the grandma comes and hustles everyone out of the waiting "lounge". On their way out, one of the girls tries to open the car door to the mustang inside the showroom and sets off the car alarm. The alarm scares us to death and the honking continues for what seemed like hours.
I listen to the Deli lady gossip with the workers of the dealership. I learn more than I want about many of the people who spend their days selling cars.
I find my eyes getting heavy. The Suite Life of Zach and Cody has it's hold on me. I can't keep my eye lids open.
I feel a touch on my arm. It's the long haired lady. My truck is finished. I jump up eager to be out of the clutches of this "waiting room". I feel as if it almost had me, but I escaped just in time.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Apologies
My Dear Internets,
It is with heartfelt apologies that I write this blog post today. I realize that I haven't posted since MAY 10th and I am positive that you have all deserted me. I do have an excuse, though. The end of the year and state testing and my MASTER'S PROGRAM. Yes, Internets. I actually started my master's in Educational Technology Leadership. What was I thinking you ask? Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. However, I am loving the learning and am very glad that I have two study partners taking it with me. I'm pretty sure that I would have dropped out the first week had it not been for them. So, thanks Teenie and JB.
Today I am catching up on all of the house cleaning I did NOT do in the last five weeks of taking two master's classes, finishing my teaching job and cleaning up my room for the end of the year. Yes. TWO classes and working full time. Crazy? What? ME? Yes, perhaps. But, now I have eight credits under my belt and having taken the two classes when I did will make taking only one class per term seem like a cake walk. What will I do with my free time?
Well... Blog of course!
It is with heartfelt apologies that I write this blog post today. I realize that I haven't posted since MAY 10th and I am positive that you have all deserted me. I do have an excuse, though. The end of the year and state testing and my MASTER'S PROGRAM. Yes, Internets. I actually started my master's in Educational Technology Leadership. What was I thinking you ask? Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. However, I am loving the learning and am very glad that I have two study partners taking it with me. I'm pretty sure that I would have dropped out the first week had it not been for them. So, thanks Teenie and JB.
Today I am catching up on all of the house cleaning I did NOT do in the last five weeks of taking two master's classes, finishing my teaching job and cleaning up my room for the end of the year. Yes. TWO classes and working full time. Crazy? What? ME? Yes, perhaps. But, now I have eight credits under my belt and having taken the two classes when I did will make taking only one class per term seem like a cake walk. What will I do with my free time?
Well... Blog of course!
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