Sophomore year–it is summer
yet I wear my JROTC uniform.
Bell rings and seagulls fly.
There is 20 seconds left.
I run across the courtyard, seagulls overhead, screaming.
They echo my thoughts–Oh shit, I think.
Oh shit is right. One of those damn seagulls shits all over my uniform.
This can’t be happening. 10 seconds left.
I dash into the rest room and
furiously scrub at my uniform. Sargent will not be happy.
5 seconds left.
I leave the bathroom and head to my classroom but it is too late.
I enter and apologize but
Mrs. Boyden says, “explain.”
Everyone looks at me. I don’t want to say. I take my hat off,
hold it in my hands like a good soldier.
“speak,” she says. So, I tell her how
I had to stop and wash the crap that was all over my uniform.
Everyone laughs at me. The teacher is silent.
I wait for her verdict
She kicks me out of class.
And I feel