Last night was rough. Trapped in a dreamworld where everything was against me. My subconscious hated me last night. I woke up covered in sweat and unable to fall back asleep.
Doctors (medical) at universities who would take advantage and a cause terror in me. Graduate assistants who were so abused that they were like origami birds, about to fall apart at any second. Running. Running from all these fears. Having to EXPLAIN the abuses to others who then made me confront them - unsuccessfully though. I'd always run away. Run over and up and down stairs. So many stairs. All I had to do when running down stairs was extend my leg, lock my knee, and drive down with my heel and it was like I'd slide down stairs expeditiously.
Once escaped into the arms of someone I trusted, it wound out that his mother, who was "played" by someone I respect and admire more than anyone (in real life), had a vendetta against me, and wound up killing her son just to get better access to me, so she could get rid of me. I was able to see in the future what she was going to do to me, and thus avoided the ending she would drive me to (sliding down an icy hill on a sled directly into the path of a roaring subway train) and was able to instead, feebly, fly away. Up and over dark houses, among the trees, being whipped in the face by wet, bare branches. Never able to achieve more altitude than the height of the trees.
I awoke then... while I was flying away. The only ugliness was that I could hear the bad woman explaining to her daughter why it was good that she killed her son, and why I had to go as well.
Ugly. I couldn't sleep after ugliness like that.
About Me
- Ann Marie
- I would be remiss if I didn't extend my gratitude to the Fulbright program for this jaw-dropping opportunity, as well as to the Honors Department at the University of Louisville, for its hard work in ensuring my selection as an English Teaching Assistant to Oman for the 2012-2013 year. My brief bio - Born and raised in Amboy, WA, I attended Clark College in Vancouver, before going on to the University of Washington in Seattle where I earned a BFA in Fine Arts - Oil Painting in 2004. I then attended USMC Officer Candidate's School, and accepted a commission as a second lieutenant in the summer of 2005. I served for four years as a logistics officer, stationed in Camp Lejeune and deployed worldwide. After the conclusion of my commission, I moved to Louisville, KY where I attended the University of Louisville, achieving a BA in Art History and a minor in Middle East and Islamic Studies.
