Ms Bicking was in Room 301, no? I wore a rut between there and Bilborn's orifice but I got to slide down the bannisters because there was no one to stop me. It was almost worth listening to Bilhorn run on about how disappointed Jesus was in me... I never mentioned how much more I was disappointed with Jesus...
The best day I ever had at Bateman occurred in the fall when I was... 11 yo? 10? anyway in that range. They had just installed some new playground equipment and bark dust on the Boy's Side which we were not supposed to go near. For some reason I was standing out there. It was a generally gray Fall day, heavier jacket time, afternoon recess. Just standing there looking at the north side fence and I must have heard a noise or I dunno, I looked straight up. Just passing over at what must have been a thousand feet was a huge V of Canada's headed straight south. And I could just barely hear them honking, they were that loud. I think they were singing a flight song. As I saw them, I had my first...vision?...holistic comprehension?...I dunno, a flash of insight!! maybe but I suddenly saw the hugeness of from where they were coming and the hugeness to which they were going. I saw all that they were a symbol of that I had ever learned about. I was up there with them and I saw their courage and strength and determination and the tiny meaningless spot looking up at them. The World. Chicago. This little gray building-surrounded spot upon which I stood was just that. And North, at least, and South too, were much much larger than anything I had ever imagined before. And I was born. Again. Into a suddenly much larger World. The moment was brief as I almost fell over backwards following them South. And it was time to return to what so shortly ago I had escaped from. After nine years at Bateman, the Marine Corps really wasn't so difficult. Almost easy.
Ms Bicking was in Room 301, no? I wore a rut between there and Bilborn's orifice but I got to slide down the bannisters because there was no one to stop me. It was almost worth listening to Bilhorn run on about how disappointed Jesus was in me... I never mentioned how much more I was disappointed with Jesus...
The best day I ever had at Bateman occurred in the fall when I was... 11 yo? 10? anyway in that range. They had just installed some new playground equipment and bark dust on the Boy's Side which we were not supposed to go near. For some reason I was standing out there. It was a generally gray Fall day, heavier jacket time, afternoon recess. Just standing there looking at the north side fence and I must have heard a noise or I dunno, I looked straight up. Just passing over at what must have been a thousand feet was a huge V of Canada's headed straight south. And I could just barely hear them honking, they were that loud. I think they were singing a flight song. As I saw them, I had my first...vision?...holistic comprehension?...I dunno, a flash of insight!! maybe but I suddenly saw the hugeness of from where they were coming and the hugeness to which they were going. I saw all that they were a symbol of that I had ever learned about. I was up there with them and I saw their courage and strength and determination and the tiny meaningless spot looking up at them. The World. Chicago. This little gray building-surrounded spot upon which I stood was just that. And North, at least, and South too, were much much larger than anything I had ever imagined before. And I was born. Again. Into a suddenly much larger World. The moment was brief as I almost fell over backwards following them South. And it was time to return to what so shortly ago I had escaped from. After nine years at Bateman, the Marine Corps really wasn't so difficult. Almost easy.
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Ms Bicking was in Room 301,
Ms Bicking was in Room 301, no? I wore a rut between there and Bilborn's orifice but I got to slide down the bannisters because there was no one to stop me. It was almost worth listening to Bilhorn run on about how disappointed Jesus was in me... I never mentioned how much more I was disappointed with Jesus...
The best day I ever had at Bateman occurred in the fall when I was... 11 yo? 10? anyway in that range. They had just installed some new playground equipment and bark dust on the Boy's Side which we were not supposed to go near. For some reason I was standing out there. It was a generally gray Fall day, heavier jacket time, afternoon recess. Just standing there looking at the north side fence and I must have heard a noise or I dunno, I looked straight up. Just passing over at what must have been a thousand feet was a huge V of Canada's headed straight south. And I could just barely hear them honking, they were that loud. I think they were singing a flight song. As I saw them, I had my first...vision?...holistic comprehension?...I dunno, a flash of insight!! maybe but I suddenly saw the hugeness of from where they were coming and the hugeness to which they were going. I saw all that they were a symbol of that I had ever learned about. I was up there with them and I saw their courage and strength and determination and the tiny meaningless spot looking up at them. The World. Chicago. This little gray building-surrounded spot upon which I stood was just that. And North, at least, and South too, were much much larger than anything I had ever imagined before. And I was born. Again. Into a suddenly much larger World. The moment was brief as I almost fell over backwards following them South. And it was time to return to what so shortly ago I had escaped from. After nine years at Bateman, the Marine Corps really wasn't so difficult. Almost easy.
Ms Bicking was in Room 301,
Ms Bicking was in Room 301, no? I wore a rut between there and Bilborn's orifice but I got to slide down the bannisters because there was no one to stop me. It was almost worth listening to Bilhorn run on about how disappointed Jesus was in me... I never mentioned how much more I was disappointed with Jesus...
The best day I ever had at Bateman occurred in the fall when I was... 11 yo? 10? anyway in that range. They had just installed some new playground equipment and bark dust on the Boy's Side which we were not supposed to go near. For some reason I was standing out there. It was a generally gray Fall day, heavier jacket time, afternoon recess. Just standing there looking at the north side fence and I must have heard a noise or I dunno, I looked straight up. Just passing over at what must have been a thousand feet was a huge V of Canada's headed straight south. And I could just barely hear them honking, they were that loud. I think they were singing a flight song. As I saw them, I had my first...vision?...holistic comprehension?...I dunno, a flash of insight!! maybe but I suddenly saw the hugeness of from where they were coming and the hugeness to which they were going. I saw all that they were a symbol of that I had ever learned about. I was up there with them and I saw their courage and strength and determination and the tiny meaningless spot looking up at them. The World. Chicago. This little gray building-surrounded spot upon which I stood was just that. And North, at least, and South too, were much much larger than anything I had ever imagined before. And I was born. Again. Into a suddenly much larger World. The moment was brief as I almost fell over backwards following them South. And it was time to return to what so shortly ago I had escaped from. After nine years at Bateman, the Marine Corps really wasn't so difficult. Almost easy.
Tina (Lee) Escobar
Tina (Lee) Escobar