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‘La Schaise’ collection - by Smarin - inspired by David Hockney ____

Scattered Worship

Pulp Taken by Sela Marin

By Sela Marin

When I look back on it, I’m actually very proud of myself. I saw an excellent opportunity, seized it with all my childish might and made it my own. That’s what they teach us right? The They that no one ever seems to name but yet everyone seems to know. Be ambitious, show resolve, don’t miss your shot. Actually, I would even consider it a real high point in my life, I don’t think anyone will ever see me as such a legendary rebel as my second grade class did that day. It’s 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 wasn’t my first time giving one of my fellow unsuspecting humans the middle and pointer finger. To this day I can’t explain why I liked doing it, it’s 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 shouldn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t expecting her to be so hurt:I’m 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 principal’s office.