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  • Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.

Sad Shabby

I do not remember much of this devastating incident in my senior year of high school in 1968, all I recall is that I was the only girl in a small class when the instructor told all of us to gather around a mechanism that he had acquired, I believe he said something to the effect of, "Everyone come gather around this new calculator. It is leading edge design and it will lead to faster, bigger calculations."   (Maybe it was an early computer prototype?)  I recognized the excitement in his voice, I was very interested, and so I was first out of my seat, and first to stand at the table where he had placed the contraption.  The boys ambled up, jostling each other like they do.  One of them turned to me, and shoved me away from the table so hard that I tumbled to the floor, head and arms down, rear end and legs up in the air.  This was when girls were required to wear dresses to school so my sad, shabby underwear with the sagging waistband pinned up along my waist, hand-me-downs from my mother, was probably displayed for any and all to see.  The instructed turned his back to hide his reaction.  I was humiliated. I slunk to the back of the group of boys who now huddled so closely together with the instructor at the table that I could not see, nor could I hear.

 

Sad Shabby

animation by Annmarie Throckmorton, copyright 2024





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