Eldorado High School - El Aguila Yearbook (Albuquerque, NM)

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-The White Mouse- The chair grew unbearably hard. and an itch that just had to be scratched cropped up in every limb. seemingly in every square inch of hot. moist flesh. Vinny looked around ber at the innumerable faces all bearing the same hypnotized expression. Pens and pencils scribbling fiercely over snowdrift white and butterfly pink. they all stared as though in a trance. With mimi dulled as though by novocaine. she squirmed and wriggled to pacify the tiny demons that were tickling her with their microscopic lances. As the teacher's voice droned on and on endlessly about Euglenas. Amoebae and Cilliates. she became increasingly aware of a minute. scratching. tearing noise. Thankful for any excuse to break the mono- tony. she turned her head. almost involuntarily to- wards the source of the faintly audible. but irritat- ing noise. Scanning the lab tables to one side of her against the wall. she quickly noticed. registered. and dismissed several animals in cages. because they were. or so it appeared. asleep. Obviously, she thought. they can't take Stragel's lectures either. Continuing her search for the irritant. her eyes fell upon a tiny cage in the corner. behind a collection of short. overweight beakers. and thin graduated cylinders which. as any fool could see. obviously had a thyroid problem. This tiny wire prison was small: indeed. it was so tiny as to have gone unno- ticed by her for the four listless and extremely bor- ing months that she had sat in that hard plastic chair. leaning on a hard plastic table. listening to Mrs. Gladys Stragel lecture to a class of blank. mindless faces on the intricacies of Microbiology from behind hard plastic glasses perched pre- cariously on a huge. oily beak ofa nose that always persisted in dripping incessantly. This malady kept Mrs. Stragel persistently pulling her tiny. hot fist out of the front of a dirty white lab jacket. to dab at the monstrosity on the front of her face with a tissue The trees standing like witches on golden sand tossing tangled manes of twigs and leaves stirring the sea and dropping the sun now a pearl into the flaming cauldron. Lori Gehrman Snowflake gently drifts Onto my warm waiting Lies in a wet grave. Debbie Hutchins Old age, A time when yeuth is radiated Instead of illustrated. Debbie Bryant that looked at least four years old. As Vinny watched. the tiny animal inside scratched furiously at the metal floor of the cage. but to no avail. its small claws couldn't even scratch the shiny bare surface. Mrs. Stragel's voice droned on. and as it did. Vinny saw a part of herself in that tiny cage. She watched as the small white mouse slowly grew long. slender legs. human hands. a trail- ing abundance of dark brown hair. and an enviably clear complexion with large. doe-like eyes. The tiny human figure pounded her delicate little fists on the hard wires of the cage. and screamed at the top of her lungs. but it was little more than a squeak. Vinny looked on with growing concern. until fi- nally. she could no longer control herself. She pushed her chair back with such violence that it tipped over and skittered across the floor. Oblivious to Mrs. Stragel's hysterical voice screaming at her what on earth had gotten into her. and completely ignoring the faces which stared at her blankly. their mouths dropped open. not knowing what to do about the interruption in their blank existence, she ran to the lab table. Shoving beakers and cylinders tumbling to the floor with a crash. she fumbled with the latch on the cage. She reached inside. and tenderly picked up the tiny little doll-like figure. Holding it to her cheek, she answered Mrs. Stragel's What ARE you doing? with the simple. blank statement that she had to let herself out. At that moment. the blank faces turned their gaze towards the door, where the school nurse and prin- cipal had suddenly appeared. and watched as they led her out of the room, holding a white mouse to her cheek. Mrs. Stragel walked back to her lecture podium. adjusted her glasses. dabbed at her nose, and re- sumed her discourse to the blank faces. Iudy Barnum underneath The world is falling down, hand and l am underneath. The ground is crumbling beneath my cold. uncovered feet. The day will never end. and I may never sleep. The world is falling down and l am underneath. Lorraine Mantei 33

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