Monday, December 11, 2000
He thought he might hit something.
He was certain he was going to hit something. The question was whether or not he was going to manage to wait until he was out of Regine’s office.
“I know.” He spoke very carefully, because if you got “emotional” around Regine, she stopped listening. “Emotional” meant that you weren’t being “rational,” and that meant that she could discount any and everything you said. “I’m aware that the Student Council interfered in the matter of Zita. But they don’t see the same things as we do, and they’re — they’re biased.” Continue reading