“Kristie! Are you all buggin’ your eyes at me again?” The newly imported Miss Tougaloo, Mississippi drawled out.
What Miss Tougaloo didn’t know is that Kristie was working a show with rehearsals ending between 10:00 or 11:00 PM. Then there was the hyper factor… when you’re just too hyped up after rehearsal to sleep right away, and plus you’re hungry because the light dinner you ate at 6:00 is not enough to keep you going, so you need a sandwich, some pie, a couple of eggs, or a stiff drink to keep you going. Which meant that after a stop at the coffee shop, it would be 1:00 or 2:00 AM before bedtime.
So, “buggin’ your eyes…?” No. she was trying to stay awake during that boring class. And plus, she always hated that teacher anyway. She made the students recite the same poem over and over again. Thirty kids repeating the same poem over and over again. The Daffodils, The Daffodils – those little fucking daffodils…!
(Note: No disrespect to Wordsworth intended)
(First published 10/4/11)
