There’s a faculty lounge at the School. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to go in there or not - the other staff seem okay, but they’re kinda stand-offish. And nobody else wears a hat all the time...
Had a very satisfactory snowball fight with several students in the Quad. Try to knock my hat off will you, kiddos? Oh no. I don’t think so.
I have science on my side...
But in my Glitch-self, I found a capacity for happiness that exceeded anything I thought possible. Perhaps it was a preservation mechanism. Perhaps some unexpected by-product of my injury.
I won’t question it.
I will learn from it.
I’m still not used to being connected to the Archive outside Anapolis Place. In a way, it’s less... fun. Levaba take me; that sounds ungrateful. But when I’m only working with my Glitch-brain, I find the strangest things bring a rush of endorphins.
Ducks.
I remember, after the eclipse, how hard it was to leave the Sunseeder, the Khuadelin viewers who could make me, briefly, whole again. I remember how ashamed I was of that ‘other’ self, so reduced. So limited.
I know better, now. I have known joy. I have felt delight.
They’re kinda quiet, and they sit right at the back, away from the others. I don’t teach a fledgling class, so I didn’t see them last year. I wonder if they’re okay?
There are two Munchkins in this year’s class! I think this is the first time the School ever admitted Munchkin kids (well, other than me, but mjesanca don’t count).
@Wyatt_Cain isn’t it wonderful!?