The exercise:
Write about: urgency.
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Thursday December 11th, 2014
The exercise:
Write about: rushing.
I had Max with me in town this morning before going to gym time at the community center. By the end there were 13 other kids there (not including the twin boys who slept in their stroller the whole time) but Max didn't seem bothered by all the hubbub.
At one point he was bouncing a ball back and forth with one of the girls who seemed to be around his age. He was having a great time but eventually she ran off to see her mother.
"That one all done," Max observed.
So it appeared.
She did come back a little while later for a couple more passes. Then they both got distracted by other things.
It was pretty entertaining.
Mine:
"I don't get it," Brad whined. He was never the fastest kid in school on a good day. This was not one of his better days.
"You're unbelievable," I muttered with a shake of my head. "Even Dmitri understood that joke. Right comrade?"
"You are nyet my comrade," he rumbled without looking up from his Russian to English dictionary.
"Dude's been in the country less than a month and already he has a better grasp of our language than you do," I said. "How many times were you dropped on your head before your first birthday?"
"Shut up, man. I got a better mark on yesterday's quiz, remember? So you're full of it."
"It was multiple choice," I reminded him. "You just got lucky. Give it another week and he'll be crushing you on those stupid quizzes."
"Enough talking," Dmitri said, putting his books away and standing up. "We will be late for class."
"Man, what's your hurry?" I asked, a big grin on my face. "You're always -"
"Nyet." Suddenly a finger was slowly wagging back and forth in front of my nose. "Nyet make that joke."
"What joke?" Brad asked.
"You make that joke, Dmitri break your nose." He held my gaze until I nodded my understanding. Or agreement. Whatever it was. Then he turned to Brad. "You laugh at that joke, Dmitri break your fingers."
"Dude, I don't even... okay, okay! You got it, comrade!"
"You are nyet my comrade."
We started walking to class then in a silence I found distinctly uncomfortable. Whenever I stole a glance at Dmitri I found him staring straight ahead, unblinking. I made the mistake of not looking at Brad, so I couldn't see what happened next coming.
We were only a few feet from Mr. Brown's chemistry lab when Brad started laughing hysterically.
"Oh man!" he wheezed, bracing himself against a nearby locker with one hand. "Now I get it! He's always in a hurry bec-"
His words were transformed into a howl of pain as Dmitri carried through on his promise without uttering a word.
Write about: rushing.
I had Max with me in town this morning before going to gym time at the community center. By the end there were 13 other kids there (not including the twin boys who slept in their stroller the whole time) but Max didn't seem bothered by all the hubbub.
At one point he was bouncing a ball back and forth with one of the girls who seemed to be around his age. He was having a great time but eventually she ran off to see her mother.
"That one all done," Max observed.
So it appeared.
She did come back a little while later for a couple more passes. Then they both got distracted by other things.
It was pretty entertaining.
Mine:
"I don't get it," Brad whined. He was never the fastest kid in school on a good day. This was not one of his better days.
"You're unbelievable," I muttered with a shake of my head. "Even Dmitri understood that joke. Right comrade?"
"You are nyet my comrade," he rumbled without looking up from his Russian to English dictionary.
"Dude's been in the country less than a month and already he has a better grasp of our language than you do," I said. "How many times were you dropped on your head before your first birthday?"
"Shut up, man. I got a better mark on yesterday's quiz, remember? So you're full of it."
"It was multiple choice," I reminded him. "You just got lucky. Give it another week and he'll be crushing you on those stupid quizzes."
"Enough talking," Dmitri said, putting his books away and standing up. "We will be late for class."
"Man, what's your hurry?" I asked, a big grin on my face. "You're always -"
"Nyet." Suddenly a finger was slowly wagging back and forth in front of my nose. "Nyet make that joke."
"What joke?" Brad asked.
"You make that joke, Dmitri break your nose." He held my gaze until I nodded my understanding. Or agreement. Whatever it was. Then he turned to Brad. "You laugh at that joke, Dmitri break your fingers."
"Dude, I don't even... okay, okay! You got it, comrade!"
"You are nyet my comrade."
We started walking to class then in a silence I found distinctly uncomfortable. Whenever I stole a glance at Dmitri I found him staring straight ahead, unblinking. I made the mistake of not looking at Brad, so I couldn't see what happened next coming.
We were only a few feet from Mr. Brown's chemistry lab when Brad started laughing hysterically.
"Oh man!" he wheezed, bracing himself against a nearby locker with one hand. "Now I get it! He's always in a hurry bec-"
His words were transformed into a howl of pain as Dmitri carried through on his promise without uttering a word.
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