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“If everyone was jumping off a bridge, would you jump?”, I ask the class.

“If everyone was jumping off a bridge, would you jump?”, I ask the class.

“No”, a student yells out, “I am not like everyone.”

“Don´t yell in my class, asshole”, I reply as I turn my head back to the digitalblackboard.

I start writing–

The drop to the water from the bridge is 2 feet into the water.

I turn back to the class.

“Would you jump?”

A student puts his hand in the air.

“Ok”, I say as I point to the person.

“Yes”, the student says, “that sounds reasonable.”

“Ok”, I reply as I turn back to the digitalblackboard.

I continue writing–

The lake is polluted and has signs that say no swimming.

I turn back to the class.

Mumbles in the crowd.

“You see where I´m going with this?”

I turn back to the digitalblackboard, and write–

A person jumps in

I turn–

“Would you jump in to rescue them?”

I turn off the videoprojector.

“You get the point?”, I say to the class, “every situation is unique, like every person. You want to hear my suggestion?”

I pause.

“Well”, I say to the class, “see if the lake is really that polluted. You know maybe it´s ok. Then, if someone jumps in, preferably not you, see how they are in a couple days, if they seem ok–well, maybe, it´s ok.

I turn back to the digitalblackboard and start erasing the notes.


“And”, I tell my wife as I reach over for the digitalpapas, “that was more or less how my day was. How was your day?”

“It was cool.”

“Cool!”, I reply as I grab a turkey leg.


“And”, I continue to the doctor as he writes the notes on the computer with his keyboard in his small office, “that´s more or less how it went at dinner last night.”

“Interesting”, he replies as he types.

He pauses; turns his head to me.

“Oh”, he says as he takes off the headphones, “did you say something? Sorry, I´ve been listening to the football game on the radio.”

I sigh; what´s the point?


9:17am

The alarm is still going off; I barely slept last night. I reach over, with my eyes still closed, and hit snooze. I put my head back in the pillow; I hope it comes in today.


10:57am

I open the front door of the house and take a step; the hot air hits me. I go down the stairs from the porch on to the walkway. I open the mailbox.

It´s there.

I pull it out and open it on the spot.

My first royalty check.

I smile.


I pause; anything else, I want to say before class ends for the day.

A hand goes up; I turn my head.

The person starts speaking–

“So what is the right answer?”

I pause.

“I don´t know”, I say as I turn my head away, “yes?

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