archernu

Someone grabbed my pen from my hand yesterday and wrote with it. To be fair, she was the directior of the School of Visual Arts, and she thought I was offering her my pen. I of course didn't scream at or berate her--as it's not like she knew I have this particular, irrational quirk--but the incident had me tweaked, which exascerbated my other quirks and compulsions for a while. Later, another student watched as I scribbled-out and rewrote "Contemporary Poetry" eight times, polishing my pen with the front of my t-shirt between each attempt. I don't think he knew quite what to make of me. I half-expected him to start humming circus music under his breath.

Yeah, it's been an interesting week....