No one believed me, not even my best friend and so, inevitable I would stand alone to face….the monster. Like steam fog hovering over a lake on a late autumn morning, the memory of its first arrival is clouded and yet the sensation it had always been there nagged me; trying to befriend me, it was masterful at misdirection.
Anointed by adults around me as “mature for my age”, I could easily acknowledge my youth and inexperience allowed for a boa constrictor grip to hold me captive to my own body, my own mind, silencing me – until 5th period science class on the last day of classes before spring break.
A nestling, safely tucked away in the last desk, 2nd row closest to the door, I waited in anticipation to be fed, knowing sustenance would soon be mine and sure enough, Mrs. C blew through the classroom door, soft waves of raven black hair moving effortlessly about her shoulders, gesturing animatedly; greeting us in her native language, “boa tarde alunos!”, she was hailed an enigma by students and faculty alike – she was by far my favorite teacher. Ahead of the academic curve, continuously challenging students to think “above and beyond” she introduced us to quantum physics, a subject I was passionate about, (it was my dream to become a quantum physicist one day), except no one really knew that about me.
I was “the weird kid, always sits in the back”, never participating in class discussions, never asking a question, never answering questions – until today when Mrs. C asked if anyone knew who Sean Carroll was; without thought, I raised my hand, answering before being called on… it was the day I slayed a monster.