Move Over
by Alec Niedenthal
In fifth grade my mom gave me her CD player. I didn't own many CDs, only a few I remember, but I couldn't take it off my head.
"Take those headphones off," my teachers would say.
"Yes ma'am," I said.
Once or twice I did my hands like I couldn't hear so I'd be able to finish the song.
Inevitably the headphones landed on the teacher's desk. We would talk after class. She would hold and shake my wrist and accuse me of being a limp fish.
"I just really like it," I said.
"You have music class for music," she said.
"Music class is for the birds," I said to my mom after work.
"Speaking of, could you feed Walter?" Walter is a bird. "Barry is coming over later. I'm going to make bruschetta. You know, the bread." Barry was my mom's friend who I shared my bed with once over winter break.
My bed isn't big enough for two people. Maybe two small ones. I almost fell off so Barry stretched his arm over my chest to save me, and kept it that way.
Though in sixth grade my father took my CD player.
Welcome, Alec, great first one to post. still love the music class is for the birds line. that shit cracks me up.
This is great, from the title to the last line. The way it says everything, without exactly saying it. The best way.
bud, make sure to join the group "everday genius" (go under groups and join it - it's on page 2 with a cat's face - and then click on add a story and pick this one...
thanks so much, david and cami! and thanks for the advice re: the EG group, david.
great to see it here, alec.
simplicity that belies complexity. nice.
thank you, joseph.