|Pray for Willy A play about autism and teachers
Author: Ash Cole PM
A play about the vicissitudes of special education class and autism in a Euless, Texas High School.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 10,588 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-15-10 - id: 5972489
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Pray to Willy.
A one act play about the vicissitudes of a resource class in Euless, Texas.
Mrs. Country. Teacher. Blond. Healthy. Attractive. Forties. Texas accent.
Miss. Evlyn Black………………………. Personal assistant to Zeno. Black female. Forties. Big lady. Largely obese. Looks like the lady on the cover of the Aunt Jemima breakfast syrup bottle. Talks like her too. Real to life southern black lady.
Pony………………………………….. Thin. Buzzed hair. Seventeen. Mentally retarded. Extreme case. Drools in thick sporadic streams. Nicknamed "old faithful." Mumbles in speech. Only speaks in vowels. Doesn't finish consonants. Once suffered from malnutrition. Dresses poor. Looks like he's in Junior High. Always says, "baiiiii." Sneaks up on the assistants. Likes to touch. Sits like a fop. Poor finger motor skills. Hands loose touch with dexterity. Has a effeminate nature. Sits crossed legged like a lady. Walks with a delicate east, grace and beauty. Moves in poetry.
Zeno………………………………. 18 year old boy. Diagnosed with Autism and Prader-Labhardt and Willi syndrome. Black. Heavy set. Not as big as most Prader Lamphardt Willi children. Never speaks, but is vocal. Constantly slaps his neck and bangs his knuckles together. Slaps his knuckles two or three times and then slaps his neck and grunts. He does this constantly. He also prances around like a boxer. Eats any food that is in his reach. Aggressive as a shark. Wears an adult diaper. Dresses in a sweat outfit. Has a nest in the corner of the room. It is important that he explodes after food. When Zeno takes off for food he jumbles his movements like an out of control fighter wrestling for the knock out. Paces, swings, bites his hand, swings and darts after. A little over three hundred pounds.
Matti…………………………. Very quiet. Girl. Wheel chair bound. Works on the computer. Intravenously fed.
Leady………………Girl. Sixteen. Sits in a wheel chair and hums. With out notice, she will croon out a rhythmic melody.
Talla……………………………….. Girl. Sixteen. Blind. Sits in a titanium wheel chair with side guards. The wheel chair has side guards., straps and a seat belt for safe keeping. With out notice, she will open her mouth really wide, extending the jaw, protruding the tongue. She will crackle in a fairly long serious of short sudden vocal spurts, mixed with a clicking of her tongue. At times she will scream in a high pitch voice that sounds like a mermaid song; and at other times it sounds like a siren. Also, she will open and close her hands and repeat "ch, ch, chg" with the speed of machine gun fire. Very vocally expressive.
Antony…………………………. Black. Sixteen. Retarded. Wears a red skateboard helmet for protection at all times. Epileptic. Slow. Dresses nice. Temper. Curses. At times, bites people.
Chino………………………. Sixteen. Black. Big boy. Talks too fast. Rhythmic. Stutters and talks like a jazz artist. Slow. Has a brother that was a famous rap artist in Cali. Has the attitude of a kind boxer. Stubby hands and bald head. Glasses. Hard to understand. Dominant but gentle. Dresses rich.
Mikel Jackson……………………. Assistant. Black. Twenty nine. Hefty. Deep voice. Sings. Plays ball.
Jona…………………….. New guy. Mid twenties. Irish decent. Tall. Thin. Ghostly voice. Thinker. Well read. Dresses like a undergrad Professor. Caring soul.
Officer Tong. …………………………….Medium build. Strict. Quiet voice but authoritative.
Matti's helper……………………………… Lady. Mid thirties.
Nurse………………………... Mid Thirties. RN. Bright. Happy but with sad eyes. Hefty.
Zeno has a nook adjacent to his work desk. It should be in the corner of the room. The desk sticks out three feet from the corner creating a recess for the nook. Parallel to the desk is a wood board which allows the alcove to exist, thus polishing the sides of the nook. In the center of the nook is a mat and blanket. Also, there is an exercise machine a feet or so from the mat. Zeno doesn't know how to use it. The exercise machine (Ab/hip thruster) is located before the Zeno's recessed area. It is a motion machine that is shaped like an exercise bike but has no peddles. One will sit on it and thrust hips forward; going from a seated position to a stretched position. The board and desk (nook) hide him from the other kids. Zeno goes to this nest to escape the confusion of the room. Zeno's desk has three blinder walls. This allows him to work in private. On the front wall is four Velcro symbols: Work skill symbol (Hammer and nail), food symbol (Apple banana and orange), Bus symbol, Paint brush symbol.
Note on Jona's bicycle: The bike can be similated by using an exercise bike and lighting. I would prefer a spot. The spot, can be filtered, or angled, and it should only reveal the handlebars and Jona's upper torso. A fan can be used for wind. Also, sound effects and theatrical lights can represent the car.
A large work table. Three large study desk. Screen. Teachers desk. Zeno desk, boarded wall. Board covering hole in the wall where Zeno has punched. Computer desk. Game shelf. Work skill shelf. Tape recorder shelf. Changing bed. Locker shelf. Coat hanger on wall. Mats. TV/VCR. Small Christmas tree. Books on chalk board.
Next to the Miss. Country's room is a small parking lot. The school bus should pick them up here. The bus has a wheelchair lift.
A week before Christmas.
5:00 AM. Daylight is breaking.
Jona is on his bicycle on the sidewalk near an overpass.
Day one. January, uh, something. Two thousand
and three A.D. Somewhere near DFW airport.
(Jona speeds up on his bicycle. He heads against the wind.)
A submarine is defined in the American Heritage
Dictionary as "A ship capable of operating
submerged. Boy its cold. That's an Alaskan
wind blowing but I'm in Texas. Hm.. God
you think that wind could stop? Never mind then..
(Wind increases. Jet flies over head.)
I said, never mind then. Second definition.
"A large sandwich on a long split roll filled with
layers of meat, cheese, tomatoes,
Lettuce, and. . ." your choice of condiment.
I've become a submarine. A sub, sub submarine.
It so cold out here it feels like underwater.
(Car lights are cast behind him.)
Don't share my lane. Don't share my lane.
(Car passes close.)
Don't. . .You idiot. I said. . .don't share my. . .
(Truck passes. Splashing water.)
You know what you did. Oh, forget em.
You don't deserve the bird.
(Sound of crickets. Owl hoots. Jet flies over his head.)
Day one. Resource. Well, Resource number one.
Whatever number one means. Assistant to teacher.
Substitute teacher. A sub. Hence. . .well, you get it.
The room rises in a light blue. Miss. Country arranges her desk and turns on her computer. She types. The white van pulls up to the school bus zone. Wheel chair lift lowers and beeps. Matti sits in her wheelchair. Her tongue rest out of her mouth. She tastes the air with her tongue. Matti is lowered to the concrete and her assistant, Lady, wheels her to Miss. Country room. The helper knocks on the door, opens it. The Lady assistant, the helper, rolls Matti inside the room. Mattie wears her snow-jacket backwards and hums and scream loudly like a siren.
Is it early?
I have to drop her off early . I hope you don't mind.
I am glad you're here.
(She takes a moment to get close to Matti's, face to face.)
We don't mind at all do we Matti?
(Matti moans and licks her lips.)
. . . .she had breakfast.
Yogurt. Right, Matti?
Say, "Hello Matti!" Say "hello" to Miss Countries,
She'll take the bus home today. Is that okay?
Yes it is. Isn't it Matti?
Need to get going. Thanks.
(Helper leaves. Matti moans. She has moaned throughout their short conversation. Miss Country takes her jacket off and hangs it up.)
Mrs. Country sits at her computer and types. Miss Black sits in a single chair next to Zeno. Zeno is barricade behind a large students desk on a beanbag and mat. It is his nook, sheltered by walls of cardboard and wiry toddler gates. There is a large wooden plywood that is set up adjacent to the desk to prevent Zeno from being distracted. His head rocks out and back from the board in a constant motion. Zeno bangs his knuckles together, hums, grunts, and shakes his head side to side. Zeno slaps his neck and bangs his fists. Grunts. He hits the cardboard like an ape would hit the glass wall at the zoo. He grunts again, hums and grunts some more.
Pony sits at the worktable next to Antony. Pony begins to drool in a thick continuous streams. The streams rarely stop, ever. Pony laughs maniacally and long. He fits soft puzzle pieces into a puzzle game.
Antony sits adjacent to Pony. Antony circles a large orange marker on a work sheet. He is a little more concentrated than his neighbor Pony.
The first bell rings.
A helper wheels Leady in; just in time. Leady hums and protrudes her tongue into the air like a serpent. It is if she is smelling something with her tongue. She presses her forearms against the wheelchair's arms. She is wheeled to a corner and left for Mrs. Country.
As she leaves, the Helper takes off Mattie's coat, caresses her cheek, and waves goodbye to Miss Country.
Miss Black hands Zeno some play dough and lets him mush it up. Time passes. Everyone works. The school day has begun.
Before dawn. Jona wears an AM/FM headset radio. He peddles like wildfire. Jona fastens the headphones tighter to his ears. We hear the announcer.
Welcome back to this early, early good morning
on KRP3, your Classical needs. Guess what? A recent
poll was giving asking who would be the number one
dead person to be clone for today's world, results
came in. The number one clone nominee was
Albert Einstein. Einstein beat out Jesus Christ,
Gandhi and Elvis Prestley.
God help us. Day two. Too early.
Always too early. Catch that worm.
Everyone continues to work. Jona walks in. He is dressed in business slacks, button up shirt and tie. Sweaty.
Jona wears a name tag that says, "Substitute."
High. I'm the new helper. Sorry, uh, I smell like
sweat. I biked about six or seven miles, maybe. . .
Whats your name?
Jona. No, H.
Hi. Jona, with no H. This is my class.
Do we have an H in any ones name?
(No one answers. A grunt is heard; or two.)
Well, Jona. Welcome. Everybody say
Good Morning, Jona with no H.
(Zeno bangs his hands together, screams and laughs. Still rocking back and forth like a rocking chair. Everyone grunts and a few screams. Zeno yelps violently.)
Don't worry about em. Hee fine.
Thid iz Zeno he's autistic and loud as hell.
(Zeno laughs and slaps his again.)
. . . .feisty.
Hiz a tigah.
(Mrs. Black tries to get up, but gravity implies that she points instead.)
Thiz iz Pony and Antony.
Hey Pony and Antony.
(Pony drools in a long, fast stream. It spills on his stained shirt)
Boy he's got the "Old Faithful" going.
He'll do dat. Here ged a rag.
(Mrs. Black points at a desk drawer, still urging to get up, but can't.)
And there you'll find a rag with clothes pins.
Take em and pin id to em. Oh, Pony. Ged a few of
Em. He drool like a fountain. "The Old Faithful"
(Jona walks over to the desk, retrieves two clothes pins and a hand towel. He walks back.)
Do I just pin it to him.
Yep. Just pin 'id arouwd he'z neck.
(Jona pens it around Pony's neck. Pony drools everywhere. He turns to Pony and drools like crazy. Jona just wipes and talks to him with encouragement.)
That'll help ya. Your piece of cake.
Easy as pie. A two dollar bill. One of a kind.
How bout it, sonny.
(Pony points at Jona's nametag. Slobber glides off Pony's fingertip and onto Jona's name tag. Jona wipes it off with a rag.)
Boy howdy, buddy. You know how to drool.
(Pony laughs as more drool pours out. As Pony guffaws things change. His laughter sets off a chain reaction of mad laughter around the room. Jona swishes his head side to side catching the laughing room. Mrs. Country rings her bell and things calm down. Antony approaches Jona.)
What's youh name?
Jona. I'm the new helper. Member, no H?
Can you get me a game, Mr. H?
Na uh Antony. No no. Don't listen to em, H.
I mean Jona. Antony you get your own games.
Jona isn't here to get yer work for you. Jona,
they have to get the work skills for themselves.
What are their work skills?
Oh. All the toys and games up there
(Pointing at the shelves along the wall full of games and puzzles.)
. . .all are their work skills. They can put together
puzzles, play with blocks or whatever; but they
have to put them up for themselves and take em down.
That's what they need to learn to do. For themselves.
Okay, Antony. You can. But you have to get it yourself.
All by yourself. Okay?
(Antony goes to shelf and removes a set of Alphabet blocks on a string. He returns and begins arranging the blocks on the desk. Jona follows him and sits with him to study.)
Can you say A?
(Jona grabs an "A" block.)
A for apple. A. Can you say A?
(Antony buries his head in his arm.)
A fer abble..
Very good Antony. AAAAPPLE.
(Antony goes quiet.)
Why does he wear the helmet?
(Antony buries his head in his arm and lays his head on the desk.)
Hang on. I'm checking e-mails. Parents.
I get these unknown e-mails every once and awhile.
(Antony spills onto the floor headfirst. He goes into a seizure. Chino walks in and sets down at the end of the worktable and glances at the seizure. )
Hey guys. Looky.
Is he having a seizure.
(Antony urinates on himself as he spits and twitches.)
Antony. Oh no.
Oh dear, don't worry. Everyday thing.
(Antony goes tight and begins to vibrate. Piss runs onto the floor.)
You timing this Evlyn?
Five seconds so far.
(Antony kicks and squirms for ten more seconds. Everyone watches silently for twenty more seconds.)
I think that's it. Twenty big ones.
You want me to wipe it up?
Nah he hit around thirty secondz.
(Jona looks for a rag for the urine. Antony winds down to a resting sleep.)
No. I'll get it. I need to call his mom.
That was thirty seconds.
(Antony goes into snore.)
He's okay, right?
He'll be okay. He do dhat. He'z gots seishahs.
Seizures. Wow. He's okay, right?
(Zeno claps his hands and slaps his neck. He hums and scream in a odd melody. Matti and Leady hum and siren. Talla crackles in short burst and screams in a unique melody. It sounds like a funky symphonic build made by mad sirens and bells.)
He's a brave kid.
Mickel Jackson comes in. He wears an expensive sports leather and brown corduroy slacks. Jona helps Pony put together a puzzle. Antony rests on the floor behind a screen.
Hey Pony. Are you listening. Look before
You make a decision. Look at the piece
Than make the decision.
(Pony puts a piece in the wrong spot. He is unaware.)
Look before you make the decision. Don't just
Make the decision.
(Unaware he misplaces the puzzle piece.)
Try again. You got that one upside down.
(Mikel walks over to the other side of the work desk.)
Hi how are you. Whats your name?
How long has he been one of your students.
(Mikel leaves the room to go to lounge.)
He's not. He is a helper. Like you.
Oh. I thought he was a student. Is his
Name really Michael Jackson.
Mikel Jackson. He just pronounces Michael.
Really. That's funny. I thought he was. . .
(Zeno screams out. Slaps his neck.)
Now. Now. Zeno. No. Play with the
Play dough. See. He know it bout to
Lights dim up.
Day breaking. Bike Segment. Jona wears head phones. Rock music plays.
Car lights pass him.
Well, here I am. Before dawn. Way before dawn.
And I'm off to pursuer it all. These kids aren't
Your regular crest smiling folk. The belch, burb,
Spit. Scream. AHHHHH. Scream. Loud.
Hey buddy don't share my lane.
(Car passes. Truck passes. To automobiles.)
Hey. Hey. You know what your doing.
NO. Thanks a lot buddy.
These kids are unique, the better than us.
Way better than will ever see. In King Lear
It ends with, "We that are young shall never see so
much, nor never live so long." These kids
have seen more. Have lived more in one day,
than we will ever know.
Close to lunch.
Pony and Antony sit at the work desk. Pony plays with a rubber band game. He must stretch rubber bands onto pegged board of nails and wood. The board has a left and right arrow symbol, and up and down arrow symbol on it. It is rubber band work skill game for his motor skills. The goal to the game is to stretch rubber bands over pegs in a wooden board in order to make rubber band design. Antony puts a snowman puzzle together. Zeno sits still. He is concentrating on humming. Mrs. Black watches over him. Miss Country watches Zeno and checks her e-mail. Zeno goes to his nest and sits close to the exercise machine. Mikel Jackson comes in.
Jona help me with the desk.
(Mikel begins to scoot the desk in front of the door way. Zeno gets up and eccentrically shadow boxes at his feet.)
This is so Zeno doesn't escape.
You don't know do you, Jona.
Zeno got Prata Willi syndrom.
Pray to Willy. Whats that?
Prater Willi means he can't resist food.
Me must have it. So he gets a little
(Mikel finish the blockade. The desk blocks of the entrance doorway.)
See that plywood board on the wall. We had to
cover that after Zeno smashed it out with
his fist and afterwarz' he ate some sheet rock.
(Mikel walks out in the hall, and returns with three cafeteria trays of food. He walks around the desk.)
This is for Matti.
(Miss. Country opens Matti's milk and breaks the end of her French garlic bread off. Zeno breaks past Mrs. Black and jots off to the Matti's lunch tray. He grabs Matti's bread and shoves the whole piece in his mouth. He walks back to his desk, humming and chewing. Anger on his face.)
ZENO SIT DOWN. DAMN IT. ZENO.
Spit it out. NO, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no.
(Zeno chews and swallows a wad of the Matii's bread..)
That's what Prater Willy does. He can't resist it.
(Mikel runs over and shoves Zeno against the wall. Zeno hums and swallows the bread.)
Spit it out.
(He gets Zeno in a choke hold with his hand. Zeno continues to chew. )
Spit it out.
No use in doing that. Zeno done swallow id.
Zeno sit down.
(Mikel sits on Zeno. Zeno swallows some of the bread.)
No more. He got to wait until the others finish.
(Zeno squats in the corner in his nest.)
If you didn't know he do that. He also bid over weight.
Prader Willi is a tough on em. He eaten too much.
He'll steal food from oder kids and he might
hurt ya to get it, so beware, he'll charge ya.
OH, now. He'll hurt himself before he hurt you.
So, he can't resist food.
No. If you have a plate full of whatever
in front of him. It won't be there for long.
He has to eat. All dee time.
That's very human.
No. That ain't human. He's an animal.
(Jona throws Miss Country a dirty look. Zeno gets up and charges to the door. Mikel gets in his way and pushes him back. Zeno goes for the trash can, knocking it over and digs in the paper. Zeno whines. Pony sneaks up behind Jona. Pony gleefully sticks his fingers in Jona's face. Jona pulls back. Pony smiles and laughs at Jona.)
Paaaiiii. Paiiiiii. Baiiiiii. Baiiiiiii.
Stay outa der. See he'll dig through the trash
One time he rushed the office and returned
with handful of cake.
Cake trails all behind him. Just trailing him.
He shoved handfuls of cake in his mouth.
That's why he leaves the room. To go
to the office?
For food. He love food.
(Zeno goes to his nest.)
We won't feed him till later. Wait for
the kids eat and go back to work.
Once he gets his food, he'll want more.
It gets him started. And he don't know
how to stop.
There is an ah, uhm. What do you call it.
Its in the brain. Two parts. Under the thalamus.
Its called the Hypothahlamus.
It controls anger, rage, food and sex.
It fires sensory ah, codes to the cortex. . .top of the
spine. . .this may not be firing after he takes
in food. So it feels as if he's hungry all the time.
It singles the autonomic systems which control
hunger, tells him to stop eating. Its also related
to rage. Maybe its mutated.
He eat all de time. Don't know how to stop.
Anything, sheet rock, crumbs on the floor
pebbles. He been kicked out of a lot of schools.
The last one he'd run out in the street.
Hold dat hand at his cheek. Like this.
They let him go there. His a big kid.
He uses his weight. How are you supposed
to drag him away when a kid weighs that much.
They know what their doing. They know how
to get their way. The use their armor.
So, he eats after everyone else is finished.
He'll steal der food if he do eat when dey eat.
He gotta wait. Boy gotta wait. That de key.
Look at em Jona. He fixen to get up.
Tremble like dat.
(Zeno kind of trembles in place.)
He tremble like dat when eh fixen to eat.
Want dat food. See.
(Mrs. Black pulls a large bag of macadamia nut cookies from the teachers file cabinet. She hands Zeno a cookie. Zeno stuffs it in his mouth.)
Don't eat id ahll ad once nohw. Liddle bites Zeno.
See how he stuck id all in his mouth at once.
Not good dat way.
So he's never full.
Never fuwld. Eat all de time.
(She hands him another cookie. Zeno eats half. Chews. Then shoves the rest in his mouth. Mrs. Black nibbles on a cookie. Next, Mikel hands Mrs. Black a plate of Alfredo Pasta and fried Chicken. Mrs. Black snacks on it. Zeno trembles but does not charge her.)
Why do they call it Pray to Willy?
Does it have anything to do with
a prayer and whose Willy?
Willy? Oh, it's a name. Someones. . .
Its based on someone's name. What did
you call it.
Pray to Willy.
No. Its Prader Willi.
Prader? Oh. Praaayder. The name. I see.
Prader. Like the name.
I thought you said Pray to Willy.
(The other kids begin finishing up lunch. Leady is spoon fed by the teacher. Mikel watches over Zeno. Antony finishes his last chip from the chip bag. The kids are now sipping on High C or chocolate milks. Zeno hums and slaps his self in the head. Jona stands up. Heads to the front door. Zeno chews on his hand and gets up. He paces back and forth like a boxer about to fight.)
Lights dim up.
5:00 AM. Before dawn. Bike segment. Going up hill. Peddling hard. Peddling real hard.
Prader Willi Syndrome, according to the internet,
site at the www dot Prader Willi association dot com
is defined as, "A chromosomal disorder resulting
in a syndrome characterized by infantile hypotonia,
hypogonadism and obesity." I don't know what
hypotonia or hypogonadism is at the present moment,
well the gonad part I get, but that's just common sense.
Well, you know. Uhm. Most Prader Willi
Folk are in a subtype with autism, or mentally retarded.
And in many cases they have an uncontrollable
urge to eat any food on site. They see the food, food goes
in the mouth. And they will fight for it. Trust me,
I've seen it. Lunch time there is like a Olympic sport.
Pony takes out a cracker, Zeno steals it. Runs
Off. Antony takes picks up his French roll,
Zeno is pined by Mikel. Its wrestling, hundred yard
Dash and relay race on in a ball. Its not hard understand
his obesity. Zeno does do good. He can be quiet the
angel at times. To reward such a case, with a snack
of food would defeat the purpose of the reward. Food
is there problem. Why would you reward someone
with feeding them their problem. It would be like
giving a drug addict illegal drugs and asking them to
quit. So, Zeno has it tough.
When he's good he gets a cookie. When he's
bad he punches holes in the wall. If he doesn't
punch a hole in the wall, the cookie.
Gets the cookie, eats it, he bites his hand. If he doesn't
bite his hand he gets the cookie again.
It's a cycle of nonsense. Then, this reward
sets him off and he wants more, he can't quit.
He can't say when. So, what about a hug instead
of a treat. Then, at the end of the day they have
him get on his exercise machine. Its like our
life but a little more intensified. No, much more
intensified. I never thought this work would be
so challenging. Oh, you wanna know about me. Okay.
You want the truth. I went to New York city last year
to be an actor. I had to go home for aggressive
behavior and psychological help. Ironic eh.
Long way from Broadway.
Pony plays with a windup circular bell toy. It spins on a pole and rhythmically rings a bell. The bell sound rapidly rings over and over again. Matti sits near the teacher's desk in a wheel chair and sporadically cries out. She is intravenously fed by a nurse. The nurse chats with the teachers. The teacher checks her e-mail. Jona reads Chicka Chicka Boom to Pony. Pony laughs and points his finger in Jona's space. Antony colors on a worksheet. Mikel brings a Styrofoam lunch plate full of corn, French fries and a hamburger. He sets it down to Mrs. Black. Zeno trembles.
Time for Zeno's food.
(Mikel goes outside and brings in Mrs. Black's and his food. Jona passes on lunch.)
Yo shore yo ain't hungry Jona.
I'm saving it for the holidays.
Okay. Zeno. Lunchtime. Ding, ding.
(Mrs. Black pulls a Velcro symbol stuck to Zeno's inner side of his desk.)
What do you want Zeno? You want
hamburger or work skills?.
(Zeno points at the work skill symbol with his left hand. Then, he points at the food symbol with his right. She rips another work skill Velcro.)
He point at booth. Which one Zeno. You want the
Hamburger or work skill. He want dat burger.
Why do you do that?
See, if you don't know, he heavy. So, see, we see if
he'll work more. Instead of eat. He gotta work for it.
(Zeno points at the food.)
Cut it up.
(Mrs. Black halves the burger for Zeno. Hands it to Mikel.)
Give em half.
(Mikel puts half the burger on a separate plate and gives it back to Mrs Black.)
See he point at boo'th. I gib him half.
(She feeds Zeno half the burger and a few of the fries. Zeno gobbles it up.)
Eat yo food Antony.
(Antony takes small bites from his potato chip bag.)
Zeno you want a work skilb. Hey Zeno.
(Mrs. Black takes a big bite from her burger.)
Zeno you want work skilb or foo.
(Zeno jumps up runs past Mrs. Black in mid bite. Mrs. Black jumps up. A tomato lands in the breast of her blouse. Mikel runs after Zeno.)
He can't get out Jona. We gotta move.
(Mikel and Jona run after. He breaks free from Mikel. Zeno runs out the classroom door.)
Come on. He go to the principal office.
(Mikel runs out the room. Jona follows him.)
(Finish her bite.)
They gonna be out der for while.
(Mrs. Black composes her self. Miss Countries finishes feeding Leady crackers. She smiles. Kyle goes to the work shelf to retrieve a geometric block and keyhole game. Antony colors and snacks on his chips.)
Hurry up Antony Lunch is almost over.
(He empties his chips on the floor. Pony laughs at him and drool all over his shirt.)
All this excitement. Must be the holidays.
One more bite Leady.
After school. Bike segment. Riding down hill.
The shit, the diapers, the shoelaces,
the screaming, the screaming, I hear
it as a fall asleep at night. The banging
of fist, picking of noise, eye burgers,
restroom breaks, smells like dung,
burp, fart, yell, waaaa… a mouth opening
taking buttery oatmill in and oozing it
out onto chin, cheek and bib. . .But you know
what it is. Its beauty. Its music at its best,
mad beautiful music out to send you,
to gracefully transcend you into the now,
into the truth of it all.
(He pedals faster and faster.)
Pony spins the circular bells. It rhythmically rings in a circle. Antony has his head down on the work skills table. Pony slobbers on the bells in thick drooling messes. Jona wipes his mouth with a rag. He has a rag clothes pinned to his shirt. Mrs. Black feeds Zeno macadamia cookies and Miss Country checks her e-mails. Leady hums, Matti drools and wiggles, and Talli dozes off. The bells stop. Silence take over the room. Jona nods off.
Go to the desk.
(Jona goes to the wrong desk.)
No. That one oder der.
De one oder deer. By the door.
First drawer. Rags and clothes hangers.
Get em out. Dee clothes pins.
Get em and pin dat rag to Pony's neck.
(Jona does so.)
Work skill or snack Zeno.
(Zeno ignore her. Pouts a face.)
See dat. See how he do that with
His hands like dat.
See how he do dat.
(Mikel puts his hand up to his cheek bone making a gun symbol, places his thumb under his chin.)
See he making ya feel sorrow for em.
(Zeno gets up charges through MRs. Black. Mikel gets him in a headlock and drags him back to the desk. Heavy breathing. Mikel pushes Zeno. Zeno's back hits the wall. Zeno slides down in his corner, sitting cross legged. Mikel sits on him.)
Noooo no no. Zeno no.
Be good Zeno or no cookie.
You think he has had enough cookies.
I mean he don't know the difference.
Behavior conditioning. No Zeno.
Why you act up. Huh Zeno.
(Zeno takes off for the door, trotting off for his big escape to food. Jona panics. Zeno zigzags through the desks. He passes Mikel, Mrs. Black and heads toward Jona. Jona takes in a huge scarred breath, steps back and picks up a single chair to fend Zeno off; as if he was a great lion. Zeno ignores Jona's attempt. Jona remains in his lion tamer poise. Zeno does not charge in further. He remains in place but jerks nervously around. Mikel grabs Zeno's shirt and yanks him back.)
NO ZENO. NOOO.
(Mikel wrestles with him. Zeno grunts and runs back to his corner. He falls to his knee.)
Now why did you do that?
He gets mad when he eats.
That's what Prader Willi does.
Once he get started he ain't stopping
(Pony drools a puddle on the floor. Antony squirms around, throws his crayon and messes up the alphabet block game.)
Antony don't do that. Get a work skill.
(Miss Country stands.)
Mrs. Black I'm calling Officer Tong.
Go to time out.
(Antony rises, throws his book bag down, stomps to the time out desk and sits with his head down on the main work skill desk.)
Visitor's coming Antony.
Now why did you throw your crayon sunny.
I'm not talking to you.
Its not fair.
Whats no fair.
Its no fair.
Lot things ain't fair Antony.
It not fair.
(Lays his head down. Covers his face. Pony drools on himself. Jona fastens his clothes pin.)
You guys got Pony so worked up he's
Drooling up a storm.
He drool dat storm no matter dis or dat Jona.
Yeah I've caught on.
(Zeno bangs the wall and claps loudly. Antony falls asleep, or pretends, the teacher gets back on her email, Mrs. Country chews on some cookies, Mikel reads a magazine, Leady wiggles and giggles, Matti cries her siren song, Talla slobbers and hums, and Jona stares into space. Clock ticks loudly.)Lights up
Officer Tong is in a squat position. He talks softly to Antony. Zeno snacks on mini cookies fed to him by Mrs. Black. Miss County arranges the chairs and the wheel chairs in a circle. Leady, Matti and Talla sit in a semi-circle. A lady comes in with a guitar and sits down.
Hey Antony. Whats wrong tiger. You upset.
(Antony burries his hands in his arm.)
Some one said you bit some one today.
He do. He bit me. Didn't you Antony.
No biting Antony. You know better.
Time for music. Monday is music day.
Lady with a guitar.
(Zeno is lead over to a chair. Antony says goodbye to officer Tong. Officer Tong goes out of the room. The rest of the kids sit in the circle. Jona sits back and watches.
Lady with a guitar
Okay. Today where going to sing Christmas songs.
But first lets have an introduction.
(She plays the guitar.)
OOOOH I'M SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY TO SEE
YOU. OOOH YES I AM. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY TO
(She pulls out a keyboard. Plays.)
Hellooooooo. Zenoooo. Aren't you glad to be here.
Zenooooo. Clap your hands…..show your love.
(Zeno claps and blushes.)
Helloooooooo. Oh, Poneeeeeeeeey Aren'ty you glad to be here.
Poneeeeeeeeeeey. Claps your hands and show your love.
(Pony drools a thick stream onto his lap.)
(She plays louder.)
Helloooooooo. Oh, Antony. Aren't you glad to be here.
(Antony claps his hands)
Good Antony. Oh, Leadeeeeeeeey. Aren't you glad to be here.
Oh Leadeeeeey. Good. Oh, Mattiiiiiiii. Aren't you glad to be
Here. Clap your hands and show your love.
Ohhhh Class. Aren't yall glad to be here. Clap your hands
To show your loooooove. Yeah.
(Everyone claps there hands.)
After school. Bike segment.
Jona sits with Pony and plays the rubber band game with him. He helps Pony stretch and exercise his fingers in extending the bands over pegs. The pegs are nailed to a simple, square board. Anthony remains on the floor asleep. The wheel chair girls listen to a tape of cartoon music. Zeno plays with alphabet blocks. Mrs. Black snacks on a noodle dish and watches over Zeno. Micheal has taken his break.
Come on Pony. Come on guy. Stretch em.
I know you can do three pegs. Wrap it around
Three. No that's two. No two. That's two.
Try three. Three Pony.
(Holding up three fingers.)
THREEE. Come on three. Try three. You got it.
Nope two. Wait. Stretch em. Stretch those fingers.
Three. Yeah. You got three. Three Pony.
He likes that rubber band game.
It's a good work skill for him. Motor nerves in all.
You know, it's the emotion that matters.
Its showing him he has it and give it to him.
Its moments that count with these guys.
Moments all they have.
(Pony wraps the rubber band around three pegs.)
Yeahhhh. Baiiii baiiiii. Baiiiii.
Baiiii? Whats Baiiiii?
(Pony claps his hands together and yells in victory. Pony puts at him and drool pours from his lower lip in a thick, circular string.)
YEAAAAAAAH. YEAH. Baiiiiiiiii.
Whats baiiii Pony?
Whats baiiii Pony?
Does he say that a lot?
Well, yes. He says a lot of things.
It sounds like Bad. But with out the "d."
I wonder what he means.
Pony is severely mentally retarded. He may not know
(A moment passes. Pony hums. He points at Jona.)
Baiiiiiiiii. Baiiiiiiiiii. Ehw Baiiiiiiiiiii. Ehw baiiii.
Pony would you like to get another work skill.
(Pony gets up and walks over to the work skill shelf. He returns some puzzles. Pony moves with delicate grace and concentrated speed. Pony sits back down at the worktable. Pony crosses his legs like a lady.)
Officer Tong speaks to Antony. Spot on them.
Antony why did you bite Mrs. Black?
Antony huh. Why? Hey. Are you okay?
You wanna go home.
You wanna be good. Huh, Antony.
Huh. How about it? No more biting.
We can't have you bite. What if
some one bit you? How would you
Now come on. Don't be that way.
Whats no for. I haven't asked you anything?
Antony. What if some one bit you?
No. Is that what happens when some
One bits you. No. No's you answer.
Now come on. Antony. Don't
Just sit there. No more biting.
Ahk. Oh. K.
Okay. I'm going now. You be good now.
(Officer tong exits the class room.)
Room is decorated with Christmas ornaments. Zeno, Officer Tong, Mikel, Jona, Mrs. Black, Miss Countries, Antony, Pony Chino, Leady, Malli, Talla, and the nurse all dance in a circle. The dancing should be as normal and fun as regular people dance. A single spot takes it turn illuminating each person.
Talking Heads play on the radio. Everyone is joyful. The celebration goes on for a few minutes.
The entire class works quietly on work skills. The wheelchair girls sing and hum. Leady cries like a siren. Matti is out with Miss Country. Mrs. Black returns with Zeno and two tired assistants. She leads Zeno into the room by his shirt. Mrs. Black holds Zeno up against the wall near the door. Mikel walks in. He rushes to him and helps her brace him. Zeno has chocolate cake running down his chin. He chomps in large bites. She attaches two hefty clothespins to his nipples and ear lobs. Zeno rocks his head side to side and twists from the pain. He hums and grunts. She pinches on the paper clips and leads him to his nest. Mikel follows. Chocolate cake drips to the floor. Zeno wipes his chocolate cake infested hands on the desk. Mikel wraps his fingers around his throat and tries to get Zeno to spit his cake out. Zeno grunts and shakes his head "no." He is quite angry.
Spit it out. Zeno. Spit it . . .
Come awhn Zeno shpit her out.
Spit it out Zeno.
Where did he get the cake.
Office. Down the hall. He runs in there.
Got the birth day cake.
Whose birth day.
Zenos. Why didn't you just give him a slice.
He knows things.
He knew whered dee cake wahad.
He just knows.
He knew where the cake was?
(Mikel touches his nose.)
He smelled it.
(Miss Country walks in with Matti.)
Somebody spoiled their birthday cake.
He saw it when you brought it in this morning.
Gaw. Its near lunch. I can't believe. . .
Wow. Kids got smell.
(Mrs. Black sprays a canister of Glade in the air. Mikel pinches the clothespin that hangs from Zeno nipple. Zeno whines and grunts. )
Boy, pew wee, Zeno. Zeno stinks up
Boy just was about to have a good lunch too.
Went and ruined it. You see that Jona.
Gotta watch him.
Set him in his desk.
(Mikel seats Zeno in his desk. Zeno whines and hollers. He causes Pony to laugh. Antony begins to mumble and whimper. Leady sings softly. The room is afire with noisy voices. Jona tries to read a children's book to cover it up.)
All in a days work, eh.
Bike segment. Jona peddles on a side walk. Sun is rising. AM/FM radio plays Bach.
You are a Doctor. A child, a teenager, and an adult are all
brought into your office. They are all dying and you have
no time to ask questions. Who do you help first? Why?
You are taking an important test and you don't know any of
the answers. Your smart friend is sitting next to you.
What do you do? Why? You are doing an art project in
The corner of the room with some classmates. You accidentally
spill your red paint—it goes on the projector—Turn it in here.
You may go to the rest room, but no talking. No talking.
NO TALKING. HUSH. Read. Read. Read. Quiet now. Read.
You don't know how lucky you are. How lucky you are.
Eyes on board. Youth eyes on the board. Eyes, eyes
Eyes, eyes. No more whys, whys, whys, whys.
Eyes, eyes, eyes on board. On the board. Eyes on me.
(Car passes. Honks.)
Shhhhhhhh. You didn't have to honk buddy.
Zeno, Antony, Pony, the girls and Chino watch the television set. Miss Countries hits the play button on the VCR. Cartoon music plays. Jona and Mikel spray down the tables and occasional watch. Mrs. Black snacks. Cartoon music blares over the TV/VCR speakers.
What is that spray? It smells odd.
Pine and Vinegar.
Yeah. I can't get that smell off at home.
You use dee glove. Ovar der.
(She points to the cleaning shelf. Various paper towels and rubber disposable medical gloves rest in boxes. Jano gets one.)
Pine and what? What is that smell?
Yep. Strong smell. Covers it up.
Break time coming
Jona and Pony are before stage. They are on a walk. Pony drools on a rag and does not speak. Jona walks next to him. They stop at a picnic bench in a alcove in the school.
I messed up. I had a shot. I lost control.
You seem to be in somewhat control Pony.
So, when I got back from the Big Apple,
I filled out an application, just the other day.
For 7-11. They hired me. Then, they fired me.
To much of a individualist. Insurbornation.
I remember on the W-2 Form. Something
You may be blessed not ever being introduced to.
Work form. Anyway, it had an option for
Exempt. Exempt. Or you could fill out, or
I could fill out, one. Exempt or one.
That's my category. Family. Success equals
Family. Whats a family Pony.
(Pony drools in thicker slobbering pools.)
Family is when you stick together. Thick or thin.
You got it. Your always family Pony.
To all of us. You can't fail. Will stick it out for ya.
We won't let you go. If we do fail you; indivisible will fall to shatter into an endless amount of pieces.
Lights down to gusting wind.
Bike segment. Sun rising.
Sending out an Sos. Sending out an SOS.
Sedning out an SOS. Waaooeeeooeooeoe.
Don't share my lane buddy. Hey you hear me?
God sends you all over this great creation to
Learn. Share life with his people, or children.
Every type. One minute you're in a melting pot of
a city, buildings fall, people scatter. Jobs ripped from
you. And you run. Sometimes, to faraway places. You wake
up. . .And kids are all around you, touching you,
hugging you, smiling. Life is re-introduced.
And you feel this power from with in. The true you,
warming inside, lifting you out of the pain and into
No honking. Come on watch it.
Its not where your are in society, its not your
stature that matters. It's the obstacles that you
overcome along the way. This determines your
greatness. With these kids, it's every moment
that counts. Their journey is measured in minute
seconds, moment to moment connections. A breath,
a hug, a balancing act with a walker, a wheel chair
on the playground, a reach of the hand, a tiny
second of recognition, a touch of hope. This is how they
join us. This is their greatness. See them travel in delightful smiles.
(A child in a walker appears in a dim spot. )
. . .Its starts with one foot step, large or small, it's
still a step. It's special quest.
(The child takes a step.)
Lunch time. Next day.
Miss country is working at her computer. She pulls out a calculator. Mrs. Black is snacking on Oreos and helping Zeno with a work skill game. Antony is napping. Leady, Matti and Talla are listening to a soothing musical audio cassette. The TV/VCR is playing the a cartoon. Jona reads from a children's book named Saint George and the Dragon. He reads quietly to Pony. Pony drools and hums. Zeno bangs on the wall.
(Reading the back of her calculator.)
Well we have enough to go to the mall
next week. I think we need to buy Zeno
his birthday present.
He better eenmpronv dat behavior.
He will, won't you Zeno.
Nice day out.
Want me to get Chino.
We id he.
He outside. Breaking.
Ha, ha. No, he went on a walk.
Sitting by himself on the bench.
I go get him.
(Mikel leaves. Miss Country reads the back of her calculator.)
Listen to this. This is what it says on
this little machine. "This device complies
with Part 15 of the FCC rules. Operations
is subject to the following two conditions:
This one. "Number one. This device may
Not cause harmful interference, and number two
This device must accept any interference received
Including interference that may cause undesired
Dat a math calculator. What can dat do?
It took math to build the bomb.
Ain't dat dee truth.
FCC and Part 15 take this thing too seriously.
Hm. Maybe it wants you to use math
in a kind way.
Math is math. What do they think I'm gonna
Shoot someone with it. Bad operations.
Part 15. Come on.
(Zeno jumps up and heads out. Mrs. Black looks at Jona. Jona jumps up and block him. Mikel runs in with Chino. Chino sits down. Mikel and Jona push Zeno back.)
Not today big boy.
(Zeno runs back to his nest giggling.)
See he think it funny.
You going home for Christmas?
Maybe. My girls wanting me to go see her kin.
My husbands cooking turkey.
Your not cooking de Turkey.
Nope. He wants to this year. Bought a book
on it and everything. He thinks his gonna be
All I know is I get nervous around my folks.
Especially my Dad's side. My problem is too
Much holiday. I got my mom's side, step father's side
Fathers side and step mother. Got to go to
Like four dinners through out this week.
Your parents are divorced?
Lucky, lucky me.
That must be hard.
Okay girls. Time to get changed.
Mikel, Jona you wanta help me with em.
(Mikel sets up a mat around a changing table. Jona and Miss Country lift Leady up and carry her around the mat.)
Ready. One, Two and three.
(They sit her down on the mat. Mikel returns back to the work table. Jona takes a sit.)
Bike segment. Jona bikes uphill. Night.
Tired of peddling. Peddling what I don't know.
Reading a lot of everything. Can't get enough
words in me around here. Reading up on
mysteries. Theologian fighting philosophers, fighting
atheism, spiritualist fighting bestiality, fighting logos
and art boxing it out with law and so on and exedra.
The baby still cries and monks in faraway temples hum.
Still peddling. Uphill. Gliding down in a few.
Still going forward in motion. Logos or notta.
God, or shadows. I'm here. Observing. Mistakes
And perfect actions. Exedra. Looked under the definition
of Apolo. Skipped down a few words on the A list.
I have become the third definition of apology in
the American Heritage. Interesting huh.
Soaps play on the TV. Mikel sits at the work table. Pony, Zeno, Antony work on games. The wheel chair girls hum to music. Miss Country has left. Mrs. Black snacks.
(Showing a picture from a interior decorators magazine.)
See I like that look. A house of glass in
a forest. Its very post modern.
Better not toss rocks. I wanted to get me
a house with an indoor court. When I had
my NBA dream.
A basket ball court in your house?
Don't stop dreaming the dream.
Well, I got drafted to one college with hell of
a team, mid western, but I turned it down. Join the army,
moved to Germany.
Germany? What was that like?
Good beer. Don't drink the water their.
Just beer. The water over there, boy howdy,
give you the runs.
Never been to Germany. Been to France.
So your going NBA huh.
Not yet. Need to work off this.
What you studying?
Art in motion. Kiddin'
Yep. Well, it was, I'm embarrassed to say.
Come out with it.
Well, its hard to say.
What is it like art or poetry.
Well, its something most can do
with out studying, studying just
keeps you keen. Lets just say
I studied everything.
Everything, huh. What's the dream?
Come ohn now, you can let us know.
No, its private to me.
What you wanna be some type of star or
Come on people. Its my own thing.
Watch out Mikel, honey, you got that NBA star dream.
We all have stars to reach. Don't we all.
(Pony claps his hands and laughs. Antony shoves him. Zeno gets up and hollers. The wheel chair girls hum, cry and guffaw. Mrs. Black cracks up at the sudden noise. Pony rings the circular bell game. Mikel leans back. Jona stars at the Soaps on TV.)
They are at the mall. Mikel pushes Leady and Jona pushes Talla. They stop to look at calendars.
You got a girl.
Well, some men are chosen to have women.
And some aren't. Christ said that.
My girls nagging me. Christmas is coming,
Nephew presents, children, I got two.
Girl and boy. You got any.
Well that comes with the women huh.
Package deal with some.
Same to you. Kids can be hell.
Jona grabs a post card from the tray. He holds it up to Talla face.
Look Talla a kitty.
She like them kitties.
She's a good one ain't she.
They are on the school bus. The bus driver is a brunette foxy lady named, Alex. All the kids sit in the back. Jona sits up front and stares out the window. Pony, Antony, Talla, Leady, Chino, Zeno, Mrs. Countrys, Miss Black, Mikel sit in the back section. They laugh and chatter. Jona stares out the window. The bus rattles.
Bus stop. After school. Leady gets rolled onto the bus lift. It beeps and lifts her wheel chair inside the bus. Antony gives Mikel a high five. Zeno gets on the bus. All the kids have left. Cold out.
Hey met the gal yet.
No. I'm not ready. I got a plant. Need to take
care that for awhile. Gave it away. Looking
for a pet. Dog, cat something. Take care of that
for awhile. See how I do. Than maybe a chick.
Hey, you like flying squirrels? I got a cage
full of em. Man I got an entire zoo at home.
Tropical fish everything.
Flying squirrels. I'z thinking about something
eccentric, raccoon, baby tiger, but I don't know.
I want something that doesn't shed.
Flying squirrels are clean.
I had to fill in for a kindergarten de other day. I don't know
if you know this, but kindergarteners are a hard breed to
tame. This one class was like a tornado and a half. All over
The place, taking toys apart, piling them up in the corner,
They wouldn't sit down, they wouldn't listen, the teacher
In the neighboring room had to come in a yell at them more
than once, I didn't know. I don't have kids of my own yet. So, I
can't control the little tykes. So, I get to the point where I'm nearly
dizzy. My heart was racing, this kid kept touching me. They were
like little cute gremlins. The other one yanking my arms, sneezing, crying,
wanted water every five seconds, getting up to use
the restroom, "Can I have water, I need to go to
The bathroom." Then, I had to do the Alphabet,
pictures with the A and the apple to Z the zebra
and then numbers one to twenty. Couldn't find the number
flashcards so I drew them on the board. I draw number
One and ask the first kid, "He says, L." Oh, by the way
It's a bilingual Spanish class. I can only say somboto
And Seeyellow. . .Shoe and Sky. Beside yes and no.
I worked at a Mexican café in College. But some could read,
actually read sentences and in English. At that age, I was
impressed. One girl was really reading word for word with out
a real pause. So, after we did "See Ron run to Nan" five or six
times, and after I quizzed their reading by going to table
to table pointing at the story book and shh ing and be-quiting
them over and over. Shh be quiet okay. Shh be quiet okay, I finally
decided to quit. The kids had overcame me. They tore the room up.
Empty all the games on the floor, broke crayons, tore Klenex
tissues into a microscopic pieces, and shredded worksheets into
confetti, and when I was looking for those flashcards a kid had
climbed by the chalk board and a tripped over him, I stood up and
said, "See what happens when you don't listen to the Teacher, you
hurt them. I got hurt. I fell down cause you wouldn't listen"
and I just sat there and zoned. Something caught me.
It was like this inner alarm went off in my head. No they couldn't
take me yet. I still had more. I jumped to my feet, clapped
my hands and screamed, "SIT DOWN. BE QUITE. I AM THE TEACHER TODAY. AND THE TEACHER SAYS
TO HUSH UP" As loud as I physically could. Everyone went
Quite. Hushed up. Like I said. You could here a kindergartener's hair
drop. Then, I decided to read Pinocchio. By then my voice
was horse from yelling and teaching, or filling in, and
I decided to read in one voice, cause I couldn't change my
intonation, inflections, you know, my characterization around between Pinocchio, Geppotto and Limpwick, anyway, the class got uninterested and went back to anarchy BUT this one kid. He was so cute. Brown hair, two eyes like coal and chubby cheeks. So good. It was a young boy.
He sat next to me and listened to every single word. Every word. He'd nod his head after I'd turn the page and quickly flash the pictures of the
Walt Disney characters. I could of hugged him. But I didn't want
the class to let on that I was being soft. What respect that kid had.
He'll go far. I tried my best to change voices from Pinocchio and the
Others for him but we focused on context and theme. He learned the lessons of running away to be a star, the outcome of eating candy over
real food and significance of honesty. Well, I finished the book with ten minutes to spare. I had to con the class with candy to clean up every toy
and every tissue paper. Then, I lined them up, they got
their coats on and I handed out pencils and candy. Most of them
wanted pencils. I hated it and loved it. It was one the most frightening
and rewarded days in a long time. It was real work.
Bike segment. First ray of sun.
These kids know something we don't. It may not
be on an intellectual level but its something not all of us are
fully familiar with. I believe they are on a higher spiritual ground.
One day I looked at one of em, and they say back, "God
knows your there and He hasn't looked you over, He loves you too."
And then they throw a smell ear to ear at ya and go on with there "Wows and Heck yas and Really. Tell me more teacher."
Sometimes I catch them with this keen look in their eyes.
Like they are trying to teach me something I haven't picked up on yet.
But it is ah expression I have seen before, perhaps, from an senior citizen,
or shaman, or a wiser blood. They are apparent and implicit eyes. Clear.
At times even Heavenly. Mikel told me they are close to what we can't see. Closer to the sky, to the spirit. And perhaps the highly intelligent
are closer to the earth, the physical body of mind and existence.
Who knows more? Who is the guide? Who is the better one?
The normal ones, and my father always told me "normal is just a setting on a washing machine," have no need to cast critical judgment.
But the academic and public world do need to observe and learn from
every type of student. See, these special children, are a perfect reminder to the true definition of distinguishing individuality. They are a uniqueness to our human race. Like it or not, Mrs. Country's class is a part of this functioning system, just like every classroom. And what we call earth and what we experience in our personage, is connected to them. We feed them, they feed us, we take, we give, they take, they give, and the circle lives on.
You know what, if you look hard enough at these particular kids
you'll find yourself being sent upwards and back to what we remember as home. And nothing but everything arrives and for a slight second we are in the full and the clear.