I don't know how many of you have ever been to the space center, but I have been there for years. I have truly fallen in love with the place. It's so much fun to be able to explore the what if, and leave the real world behind for a time. I think of all the away missions I was a part of in the halls, and all the scary alien creatures that have ambushed me, and tried to take my life. It's funny, I walk the school and still think about those things, and admittedly, sometimes I even spook myself out a little bit.
Last night, after having spooked myself sufficiently, I walked out back to climb into my car, a little 2 door putter. As I walked out the door, I looked on the roof to see another, what appeared to be a human, person staring at me. I startled, and then clenched my fists, just in case. The boy instantly bounded from the roof, and sprinted across the school's field to get away. In a line-up, I couldn't pin the kid, but it sure spooked me a little bit. This isn't the first time I've been terrified at the Space Center, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
Today I went to the dentist. Speaking of dungeons- it doesn't matter how you dress up an office to look, the dentist's office is still a place of fear, melancholy, and hate. You walk in there to hear the screams of the disobedient children in the back who have just had their tongues cut out, and the cries of the parents who are being beaten for their lack of attendance. The dentist, who struts around like the honorable sheriff of Nottingham, has change jingling in his pockets, and all sorts of metal torture tools that truly weren't meant for your mouth- I mean they are hooks for Pete's sake.
As I arrived. I could see an old man in shackles walking towards his room. His room was open to my view so I could see inside. Something resembling a saw mill was on the other side of the room. I thought it best not to ask questions. It was definitely not worth having to have that used on any part of me. An old lady, with a wart on her nose, a hunched back, and wrinkles to the floor waved me towards my room, she handed me off to a lady who seemed nice enough, but I knew it was a facade. It was good cop, bad cop. I was already ready for the show. She treated me all sweet like as she took the x-rays. I sat there, still as I could as she frolicked about the room, throwing fairy dust, and joy around. I almost succumbed to her charade, but then, as she left, I saw the dentist himself.
The dentist stood at the door, reading a clipboard- I later learned that it wasn't my file on the clipboard, but a Victoria's Secret magazine. He stared at me, grunted, and then proceeded to grab a shepherds crook, and ram it into my mouth. He prowled around, looking for something to say about me, and how bad my teeth were, but had nothing. He couldn't force me to pay the fees for poor teeth like the old man in the saw room. I smirked a little, only to have the "sweet" lady remind me that if I acted like that the king may be notified. I would hate to be confined to the dungeon for all eternity, so I frowned, and sat still. The dentist decided that I was permissible and let me leave. I was relieved that I survived the experience.
So, now that I have escaped all things lurking from the dungeons, I hope to be able to avoid them tomorrow.
1) Jon Parker- Jon just makes life easier at work. He always is looking for ways to help, and takes care of me when things go awry. I truly appreciate him as a co-worker, and as one of my friends.
2) My dad took some time to play ping pong with me today even though he had a boat load of work to complete. He didn't know at the time, but my anxiety was incredibly high, and I was in desperate need of a distraction- it was a blessing to me.
3) My parents helped me out with a purchase I desperately needed today, and it really took a lot of stress and worry off of my back. I am very grateful for their continued support of me, and what I do.