index | archives | notes Tuesday, Jun. 07, 2011 7:06 p.m. << [ Ay Kay Ay ] >> The soon-to-be-lead instructor who shares my name walks in the door. She looks me up and down. "You look like an ABA therapist," she says. "I don't know what that means, but you look like one." Later in the lesson, she is telling me, "The woman in charge of schedules said you will probably be thrown into the field early," and she smiles. "Oh, jeez." "It's a sign of faith in you. It's a good thing. Just like I was." She's been doing this seven months. She's amazing. My second day of training, today. My second session. I excel because I am fucking excellent. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org