Back in my school days, I committed no time to Love.
I was laser focused on my future.
I especially didn't have time for Her.
Or women like her.
For history is a thing I rarely forget.
And often I don't forgive.
And there was much not to forgive.
At the time, Science was my love.
I was better at experiments, calculations and numbers.
I was a quiet kid.
Chose never to say much.
Curriculum required I take literature.
I knew I'd be terrible at it.
To be good at it I would need to be not ME.
For this reason I feared it would impair me academically.
It almost did.
Miraslava.
Her name.
During class, I sat in the back.
No one ever noticed me.
I sat there, listened and took notes quietly.
And when our teacher needed class participation,
Mira always had her hand up.
Always had something to say.
Truly, I found her annoying,
"Women huh. Can't stop talking."
Whenever she spoke I looked out the window.
Bit rude, right? Yeah, I know.
She rarely had anything to say I wanted to hear.
Besides, I often had the science experiments and numbers on my mind and in my ear.
No one but Teacher ever caught on to what I was doing.
And soon, I got the attention of the whole classroom.
Soon, quiet, invisible me would be asked for a comment on subject of discussion.
But each time I would say to Teacher "No comment."
It's very disconcerting for someone who always has a comment to meet someone who never has one.
Miraslava.
That's how I unwittingly got her attention.
