cloud of angry bees

December 17: We found out whose classroom we are sharing next semester. I have Mr. Patel’s room. Melissa picked that because she thinks he can learn a lot from watching me.

December 18: I sat next to Jen during the Mission Graduates Christmas party. I told Melissa I was worried about going deaf in that ear. She glanced around the table where everyone was on their third glass of sangria before the food even came out. “I guess I better get all the worker’s comp forms out,” she said.

December 19: Jaivon and Orlando were chasing each other around at recess and they ran into the bathroom. Orland told Jaivon to leave because he needed to pee. Jaivon left. That was the start of a rumor that quickly spread around the school that Jaivon raped Orlando in the bathroom. Merry Christmas.

December 20: Miss Maria decided that it was ugly sweater today. She had a sweater with a llama wearing a sweater. Miss Ana had one with a cat wrapped in working Christmas lights that said “Nope. Not Today.” Miss Connie borrowed my sweater that had the dog wearing a Christmas sweater and taped googly eyes on it.

December 21: Melissa looked out the window and saw a student precariously balanced on the banister of the second story staircase. She called for help on the walkie and stood by the hallway doors, looking up at him, not that there was much she would be able to do if he decided to jump. A few moments later, Mr. Powers opened the door behind the boy, wrapped an arm under his armpits, and tugged him back into the school. We tried not to think about what would have happened if Melissa hadn’t happened to look up when she did.

December 22: Nick’s dad wanted to play one of those old dance games where a little camera monitors your movement and recreates it with a bitmoji. Everyone said that they did not want to play, but he put it on anyway and trapped us all in the living room, watching him old white guy dance alone.

December 23: Nick, Christiana, and I made plans to make fudge with Oma, which Nick’s dad seemed weirdly bent on stopping. He decided to pull out his drone and was still telling us to play with it as we walked towards her house. He flew it just a few feet behind us and it buzzed like an approaching cloud of angry bees.

December 24: Within five minutes of arriving at the Cuffe house, George found the dog bed and was immovable for the rest of the night.



much love,
hedgie