Behind the 1070

I followed a bus the other day.  It was not intentional, not at first.  After noticing that I had been behind the monstrous vehicle for several blocks, I decided to follow it, if such an act could be called a decision.

I allowed myself to be swept along, a minnow in an afternoon tide.  We stopped in front of the University, then again at the Betis stadium. 

There I was in my own vehicle, free to do as I wanted, and I chose to follow the prescribed route and schedule of the city bus. 

In that moment of irony, if we can call it such a thing, I felt an extraordinary calm. 

Eventually, I lost it.  The bus turned and I stayed behind at a stoplight. 

Woken from my dream, I turned to the task at hand.

In a certain way, I think this explains a lot about me.

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Comments

[m]

Today I am envious of the moon. For I am not waxing gibbous. No. I am more waxing than waning and more gibberish than gibbous. Tis sad.

[Sue]

I had a feeling you would be commenting on the moon today.

If only we could always be waxing gibbouses, burgeoning hosts of inflating protuberance. More often, we are flowers wrapped tightly in buds.

And the wane in Spain falls soonly on the moon.

[sirens]

That is something I would do... I also read the gifted class one today. I remember the secret joy of gifted classes and the crazy activities of those sacred hours every week. I don't remember being conscious of my minority status, though, until I went to middle school when I started getting teased for it on the school bus. I really believe that, left to their own devices, children can stay oblivious for those younger years without too much trouble...

just a thought! I appreciate the writing!!!

[Sue]

Hey! I was curious how someone else who was in gifted might react to this. I have never compared notes about the experience since becoming an adult. Did you also have the sense that there was a "secret" aspect to it?

I had originally intended to write about middle school gifted classes, but when I sat down to compose my thoughts I ended up talking about something else entirely. I may have to do a second post about this topic.