He swallowed the earring; developed tetanus...
There are 10 quizzes, all in all, with 10 disparate tempers of me, 10 vital scores under 10 vital activities capped in 10 different sized papers. Yes, 10 little boxes in the class record with the elegant black ink used for the writing of the scores.
He only has 2 filled scored boxes. 2 out of 10 little squares! The rest is empty like a chocolate-brown-colored tub of ice cream atop the bunch of 10 empty soft drink bottles in the corner. A rogue, disgusting, and noticeably sad box that should be filled with numbers, be it the lowest or the next to the lowest!
He has been absent for a month already. One classmate died last year. Unthinkable. What a grand dots of connection! I hate my tendency to connect things and those little dots configuring some subtle factors of connectors and parallelism: example, moving the table to upstairs connected to another comment about aparadors then connect to repair of the whole building!---ladies and gentlemen, see the CCTV of my mind: I basically connect things and speeches and gestures like a quilt-maker. My mental needle grabs this and that then patch and sew and fabric glue the whole bits and pieces. I almost skip lunch due to this event progression.
One day, may be a Saturday afternoon in a bedroom full of mirror and school bags---or...a moment of childhood wonderment fading out and a squirt of mature independence and sophistication entitled him to grab a piece of jewelry, maybe he was watching a drama series where the villain opens his mouth...bam! He opened his mouth and toy with the earring.
He ACCIDENTALLY swallowed the "aritis" and perhaps, felt cocky and confident, that IT would be.later on, a part of his poo-poo
BUT, two years later, the doctors found out that the jewelry lodged in some recesses of his pulmonary lungs! How come?
The doctors: "Such a rare case!"
There are 10 quizzes, all in all, with 10 disparate tempers of me, 10 vital scores under 10 vital activities capped in 10 different sized papers. Yes, 10 little boxes in the class record with the elegant black ink used for the writing of the scores.
He only has 2 filled scored boxes. 2 out of 10 little squares! The rest is empty like a chocolate-brown-colored tub of ice cream atop the bunch of 10 empty soft drink bottles in the corner. A rogue, disgusting, and noticeably sad box that should be filled with numbers, be it the lowest or the next to the lowest!
He has been absent for a month already. One classmate died last year. Unthinkable. What a grand dots of connection! I hate my tendency to connect things and those little dots configuring some subtle factors of connectors and parallelism: example, moving the table to upstairs connected to another comment about aparadors then connect to repair of the whole building!---ladies and gentlemen, see the CCTV of my mind: I basically connect things and speeches and gestures like a quilt-maker. My mental needle grabs this and that then patch and sew and fabric glue the whole bits and pieces. I almost skip lunch due to this event progression.
One day, may be a Saturday afternoon in a bedroom full of mirror and school bags---or...a moment of childhood wonderment fading out and a squirt of mature independence and sophistication entitled him to grab a piece of jewelry, maybe he was watching a drama series where the villain opens his mouth...bam! He opened his mouth and toy with the earring.
He ACCIDENTALLY swallowed the "aritis" and perhaps, felt cocky and confident, that IT would be.later on, a part of his poo-poo
BUT, two years later, the doctors found out that the jewelry lodged in some recesses of his pulmonary lungs! How come?
The doctors: "Such a rare case!"
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