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enjoy this writing from Janet Kuypers by clicking the title or the cover from the cc&d free 2017 PDF file chapbook: Exploring Spring of new 2017 poetry (& classic poems) performed live 3/4/17 in an Austin TX show about experiences in the spring, that accompanied a feature poetry show/reading with background bird sound effects & music from the HA!Man of South Africa) |
 
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This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book “The Beach at Night” Down in the Dirt v212 (10/23)  Order the paperback book: 
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| Entering the War Room
Janet Kuypers 2/12/17 One spring, while still in college I was taking a political science class (and really, I used to be an engineer, I could wrap my brain around this easily) but it was cool that the classroom only had one giant oval table that all the students sat at together. I was in this class with a few of my friends and each class was like we were entering a war room, all at one giant table. Well, one day, and really I don’t know who started passing the note first, but while the T.A. was talking the three of us passed notes while paying attention to class. And when the bell rang for this elective, the T.A. asked the three of us to stay. And once the last student left the room and the door closed, this T.A. sounded like he became a General, put on his most evil face and started yelling us the three of us that we should NEVER pass notes like that in his class again. And when he was done my two friends rushed to get their books into their bag and rush out of the war room, but me, I took my time. I deliberately placed my books into my bag one at a time, took time zipping it up and putting the bag over my shoulder long after my friends already left. I started to walk to the door while the T.A. was sill fuming and I said “Have a nice day,” before going out the door. In the next weeks of classes I made a point to raise my hand when he asked a question, and once I even corrected him. Because just because I was passing notes, I knew what I was doing in this elective, and besides, it was spring. I could handle the war room and still enjoy beautiful spring days. |
