Body Language

Today I woke up just that little bit apprehensive and very very scared. Exam times. And I'm not the one taking exams. But I knew it would be a new school, new little people. And their reaction. And I kept putting off making an entrance till the last minute, because if it was going to be tough then I might as well have as little tough minutes as possible. I really thought they might laugh, and they probably did, my new colleagues that is. Not the little people, as usual I needn't have worried one single bit. I had a lovely boy whose academic abilities I shall not comment on because it really would be very inappropriate and it also doesn't matter. He didn't stare. He didn't laugh. He just talked to me, very normally. I would know if it weren't the case, you see I'm not paranoid, I'm just real. And I have no idea why I always have to get a cute boy who explains to me that he's just asked Jesus to come with him. And I cannot help but love a boy like that. My job is to facilitate little people during exams. And that is just what I did. I helped, as in reading, prompting and whatever. But of course I cannot help as in giving the answer. It is against rules and what's more important is that it wouldn't be fair. And I like to think I'm fair. And just as I was quietly concentrating on reading quite an easy comprehension this voice startles me into real life. A voice which said sternly, "No helping please, beware of your body language". E? Body language? There it goes again, the flippin body. Just when I think my body language scores a big perfectly round zero. What language? And why do I have to be singled out? Of course, the voice, being female and thus coy then turned to all the others and said the same thing in a very milder tone. Cool, now I've got a body language. As if I don't hide my body enough, now I have to hide its language too. Does it mean that since the volume of my body is already massive, then my body language is also big, shrieking, screaming or what? If a little person has difficulty in concentrating then is a little "Go on" push interpreted as bad body language? It wasn't as if I was giving the finger anyway. It wasn't as if I had my cleavage on show, it wasn't as if I had dressed to be promptly arrested. What is this language? Why is the fact that a boy feels and looks comfortable in my presence always singling me out during exam time? I didn't even 'look' like a teacher, if there is a teacher look at that. And I'm getting quite mad now. Because of an observer's snooty looks, one who looked as if she'd just dragged herself in from a heavy clubbing night in Paceville. I thought so, I felt the vibes, and she probably felt as if her sight was way too perfect too have me in it. I'm not sure whether to plummet her to near-death tomorrow. She's no match for me, one whistle and I'd have her thrown right next to the 'klandestini' in Hal Safi. Because she's not a tiny person, but a very little non-existent imperfect edged zero. And that's the whole truth.