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judifilksign) wrote2009-11-05 08:44 pm
judifilksign) wrote2009-11-05 08:44 pm
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Tell Tale Heart, Take Two
This week, our school is getting the outer walls torn off (made of wood), replacement plywood , and added insulation and new siding put back on.
The noise is not to be believed. (Reminds me of the commercials "I have a headache this big, and it has EXCEDRIN written all over it.")
So, unwarned of this event, I am attempting to read a short story, drowned out by howling buzz saws, pounding hammers, cracking wood from the crowbars prying them off, and construction workers hollering at one another.
The students, youth leaders and I are all giving one another disbelieving looks as the noise just does not stop. And then, there are a number of really loud thumps and whacks, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. A voice on the other side of the wall suddenly snarls "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" as he uncovers something outside he doesn't like. Every student eye in the room flashes to me.
I slam my book down on my teacher desk. "Villains!" I shrieked at the wall, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- Tear up the planks! -- Here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous, tell-tale heart!"
Every student just about fell out of his chair, laughing. There is a looooooong silence on the other side of the wall, followed by a sudden flurry of activity and thumping, without any more shouting.
The noise is not to be believed. (Reminds me of the commercials "I have a headache this big, and it has EXCEDRIN written all over it.")
So, unwarned of this event, I am attempting to read a short story, drowned out by howling buzz saws, pounding hammers, cracking wood from the crowbars prying them off, and construction workers hollering at one another.
The students, youth leaders and I are all giving one another disbelieving looks as the noise just does not stop. And then, there are a number of really loud thumps and whacks, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. A voice on the other side of the wall suddenly snarls "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" as he uncovers something outside he doesn't like. Every student eye in the room flashes to me.
I slam my book down on my teacher desk. "Villains!" I shrieked at the wall, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- Tear up the planks! -- Here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous, tell-tale heart!"
Every student just about fell out of his chair, laughing. There is a looooooong silence on the other side of the wall, followed by a sudden flurry of activity and thumping, without any more shouting.
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