Untitled - CSUN ScholarWorks - California State University, Northridge
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texts out of sight. Arnita finished scribbling out a page.<br />
Here composition of Edi. But you wrote it, refusing to take<br />
it. Only help. Okay you guys! please! sit down! The door<br />
banged open again. Gezim! Si dukesh! The door slammed<br />
shut. Who has books? One hand wavered faintly. Ftohte!<br />
Englantina, shivering. I know it's cold, I'm sorry. What is!<br />
-and Gezirn jumped up, anxious to ask, You know what is<br />
horny? Yes, do you - Mischievous laughter. The door burst<br />
open. Edi! a je mire! Two mee-noot. No! The anger 's build<br />
ing, the frustration mounting. Pleez, prohblehrn. No! slam<br />
ming the door shut. You guys ... ! trying to stay calm, try<br />
ing to push ahead. Pushoni, ju lutem, quiet, please! Ftohte!<br />
Put the cards away, put the newspaper - No, no, one mee<br />
noot . . .<br />
That's it, that's-<br />
"HEY!!!-" fuckin' losing it. "This is bullshit! When<br />
you guys want to learn I'll come back!" I stormed out, a<br />
raucous applause, magnified by cheers and laughter, fol<br />
lowing my exit.<br />
I pranced through the emptied corridor in a mad rush,<br />
burning, I don't need to take this ... bumping right into the<br />
school director. Formally addressed as Drejtoresha, I pre<br />
ferred to think of her as Frau Stalin, this hard-faced, broad<br />
shouldered, self-imposing obstruction. She held a stiff dicta<br />
torial stance at the gulag, locked in a rigid Marxist-Leninist<br />
do-nothing kind of initiative, scorned by a frustrated youth<br />
recklessly inebriated on MTV sass. She thoroughly distrust<br />
ed me. Once, as the teachers sat scrunched about her desk<br />
in a meeting, Frau demanded what I thought of their<br />
school. With Kadira nervously translating, I suggested that,<br />
well, maybe the, uh, school administration was making too<br />
many decisions for the kids, that it might help if a kind of<br />
democratic student government was set up. Let the kids<br />
bear responsibility for some things. The kids needed more<br />
social activities than an Albanian poetry reading at the<br />
Palace of Culture. It's a transition period! she snapped hard,<br />
they're not ready for such things! Then she charged into<br />
what unquestionably had to be an American's ulterior<br />
motive here. Gathering information! She smirked at me,<br />
smiling an !-know-better smile. Ah, she knew, her head<br />
moving to a rambling spew of Albanian, her finger point-