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Scattered Worship
by Sela Marin
Pulp Taken by Sela Marin
Black and White filmĀ
My Joker Moment
By Sela Marin
When I look back on it, Iām actually very proud of myself. I saw an excellent opportunity, seized it with all my childish might and made it my own. Thatās what they teach us right? The They that no one ever seems to name but yet everyone seems to know. Be ambitious, show resolve, donāt miss your shot. Actually, I would even consider it a real high point in my life, I donāt think anyone will ever see me as such a legendary rebel as my second grade class did that day. Itās the closest I will be to the Joker, with my principal being Batman, or maybe the hard cold hard bench I had to sit on. No, the bench would be Batman, it was my real foe.
Just to be clear, I was a serial bunny ear offender. This wasnāt my first time giving one of my fellow unsuspecting humans the middle and pointer finger. To this day I canāt explain why I liked doing it, itās actually super annoying. I think it had something to do with my vast height difference compared to my peers, I was arms and legs and there just happened to be a head attached. In class we were doing multiplication exercises, the kind with those little colored plastic circles that you set into rows. I happened to be standing right beside my second grade teacher while she was telling us that you shouldnāt put the circles in your mouth. Ms. Monacha was young, with ridiculously shiny black hair, she had a proper tool belt around her waist which she filled with more markers, crayons, and pencils then she ever actually used. The belt was heavy and frequently fell off her thin waist and she would have to pull it back up all exasperated. As she stood beside me with that heavy marker tool belt I felt my fingers tickle. I didnāt even think before I did it, I just did, up when my arm and boom Ms. Monacha was the victim of a wave of giggles. When she realized what I was doing she was way more offended than I think was necessary, like borderline outraged. I wasnāt expecting her to be so hurt:Iām a lanky 2nd grader what do you want from me? Needless to say, I got sent to the cold wooden bench outside the grossly lit principalās office.
I never even saw the principal. I just sat out the office on the bench in the harshest light of any building Iād ever had the misfortune to be inside. It wouldāve been better if I saw the principal, it wouldāve saved me all that suffering. In my head I went through every punishment awaiting me: I will be expelled, my teacher will make me sit in the corner every single day, I wonāt get to free write anymore, no one will sit next to me. My teacher called me back to classroom after 5 whole hours, Iām just kidding, it was 15 minutes, but it may as well had been that long. She gave me note to give to my mom, who reacted to the letter with a sort of forced disappointment. When I look back on it, she really wasnāt that angry with me but at the time I thought she was going to hang me upside down by my long legs. The next morning Ms. Monacha asked if I gave my mom her note⦠I responded by holding up my middle and pointer finger.