- My
favorite administrator, Mr. Down, was back
- in
my dream
- shirt
starched
- tie
tight
- head
brown and shiny
- and
angry at me in his office unannounced
- and
at the crumpled papers I asked him to
sign.
- They
had been in Mrs. Hines’ purse.
- Explanation
of misplaced papers: Mrs. Hines overturned her
purse, papers spilled out, and mine got mixed in
when we stuffed them back in.
- He
also didn't like the urine samples on his
desk.
- “Why
urine samples?” he whined and squinted his eyes and
threw his head back.
- Because
(of course) a student must provide a sample upon
both entrance and exit from the program.
- There’s
an idea.
- And
there was a nice older lady there too.
- Older
than I thought, I discovered
- from
the blanks I asked her to fill
- for
my favorite administrator to sign,
- and
I wondered how she remained such a Miss
- in
a job like this.
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