Girls at Parties

I heard James Earl Jones, walking and talking in my house.  I was in bed on a Saturday morning, in a no work, too much beer slumber.  He was telling Alec how to make the phone work.  It turned out to be a guy from the phone company.   A really helpful guy, who was talking to Al like he was his son and determined to educate him on the ins and outs of landlines. 

Elizabeth pulled the corner of her shirt off of her shoulder.  So did Erin.  "I'm a girl at a party" Elizabeth stated, while waiting in line for their teachers to pick them up from Spanish class.  "So am I" a little first grade boy added, pulling his shirt over to bare his shoulder.  A different effect, but apparently they were all fancy party people.

The lights were flashing in front of my eyes again.  I knew that soon I would not be able to see.  I closed the blinds in my classroom, turning away from the light.  I took an aspirin and sat down, trying to take deep breathes, make it not happen.  The blood drinking class came in.  The assholes.  In minutes, I couldn't see at all.  I taught anyway, with one eye open.  This had happened while we were together before.  Actually, it has been happening a lot lately.  I plead on their mercy a couple of times, asking if anyone knew what an optical migraine was.  Some knew.  But they have little mercy, this group. 

I passed one of their teachers in the hall.
"God, I was seeing stars this morning while I was teaching your kids" I told her, "I keep getting migraines when they come in".   

"I have a rash that starts on my neck and extends down my back" she responded.
"It goes away on the weekends and returns on Monday mornings.  Melissa has been losing hair." she continued, referring to her co-teacher.

We have a three day weekend.  All rashes, migraines and hair loss should be on hold.