A Legal Alien

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10 March 2005

I got up at 8am to be at the police station at 9:30. I sorta missed my bus stop on the way there and had to ask directions because I was quite lost. The DC was there to meet me and I was there over an hour, going over what I saw, what the guys looked like, if I could ID them, would I go to court, when was I available to testify. He wrote out 3 pages of what I saw, etc. and then I had to sign it all. Apparently the victim isn't being very cooperative about what happened and won't return the DC's phone calls. If he doesn't file a complaint, there's no record of there being a crime. It sucks that he's not pursuing it all. Either he's scared, stupid or has some reason not to want the police to talk to him. My money is on the latter.
I was feeling paranoid walking home tonight, checking out every man who passed me to see if he was one involved in what I saw. The longer this goes on, the less I'll remember. I won't be able to ID anyone. Even if it goes to court, I'll be moving as soon as they read my address aloud in the Old Bailey. There's no way I can stay here if those guys know where I live.

Class tonight was SO. BORING. I arrived a few minutes late (stupid bus took forever) and there, at the table with Ruffina and Sandra was PBHE. I did what only a good friend would do. I sat down at another table. No, I'm kidding. I sat with them and gave PBHE the cold shoulder all night long. At our group discussions, I turned my attention away from her and yes, I sneered at her when she CACKLED at something that WAS. NOT. FUNNY.
She has this annoying stare too. When I was an undergrad, my friend Dell and I wrote a poem about a guy who used to stare at everyone. We dubbed him "Staring Boy" and during the world's most boring American Lit. Survey class, we created what will live in infamy. Our first co-authored poem, "Ode to Staring Boy". It was stanza after stanza in honour of his piercing gaze and open-mouthed gape. He was the first, the original Staring Boy. If it wasn't for already naming her PBHE, I'd dub her "Staring Girl". If I had more gumption, I'd write a poem in her honour. But she's really not worth the effort and I'm not bored enough to waste more time talking about her.

Ruffina and I decided next week, we wear red, the Caribbean colour of victory.

Last classes next week. I'm ready to be done with room 728 of IOE. I'm seriously lacking motivation. And for some unknown reason, I am SO SWEATY in my apartment. UGH. The last few weeks, I've been freezing and now, HOT. I need spring to come now.

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