Today I woke up and things seemed different. Not that I seemed different, though I seem to change from day to day. But it seemed to be a different world, a different atmosphere… I woke up happy and rested and it appeared as though Father Time was allowing me a slow, calm morning. I went on to take further advantage of my early start by singing while I took the time to put make-up on. However, when I arrived at school, I began to feel this sick sense of foreboding growing unsteadily in my stomach. It grew more and more and more until SUDDENLY! it stopped! I had, at this instant, realized how I could fix this future dilemma. I spoke with Time and he returned the pace of my existence to normal. However, accustomed as I now was to the slow pace of the morning, I could hardly keep up. I felt as if I were a new driver surrounded by a drowning sea of slow traffic until suddenly and quite unexpectedly it accelerated to a rapid speed and I was pummeled by the onslaught of every car behind me while the world screamed at me to hurry up…
“How much longer for the test, Mr. Weber?”
“Two minutes.”
NO! Why didn’t I know this?! I had known it before – last year, last week, yesterday…but not now, not when I actually needed it. But now as I try to take the test my knowledge flutters away…jeering, “Well, we don’t really feel like working today, but I’m sure you can handle it on your own.”
NO! No, please don’t leave me! I need you here to help me…Please…please come back…come back…
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of 3rd period. I had just enough time to mark a C on the last multiple choice. *Whew* glad that’s over…But it isn’t over…not yet. It stands to be disproved that for every choice there is a consequence. For every moment of slow, leisurely time there is a moment of too-fast, uncontrollable hardship. And my time, is now going super speed.
May 20, 2006
Articulated Jargon 