somewhere on my way by Anna N. Schnieden (best ebook pdf reader android .TXT) 📖

The sun was shining, Moonlight’s mother said, “Number 3 is a lucky number, a good day for moving.” I think it was the 3rd of October!

 

The first night of no more shit at our…fanciful apartment, a man ran away from another man who had a chopping knife, not sure where it was made. The first man fell down in the front of our apartment’s door; I could hear the noise of falling through it, and that was just all we needed! Moonlight and I were Feeling-Like-Home! We did not know what to do other than shut up and hope that the door could hold whatever happened on another side. All I could think of was…“Never believe anyone who likes to spend a lot of time with Mr. Johnnie Walker Black Label!” Next day, we were relocated to another building because our door was a murder crime scene. Oh, somebody was dead…at our door!

 

The living was stony, as we were in high school we did not make enough money, but we had some help. Moonlight’s grandmother was helping us with monthly rent and Ms. Goody gave us some dry food and rice when she came to visit…on the one day off. I had to save my OCD for the next day off…cleaning, and it was all right, we liked talking to her. I was telling Ms. Goody that in a few months, I was going to study at a pre-med school, but I did not know what I actually wanted to be. I was inspired by the powerful sound of the mother; I thought chopping people should not have been so bad! Besides, the hard-to-get-in and hard-to-get-out-without-insane school gave me a scholarship. With a big dumb luck, I was accepted at a pre-med, so I went along with the convective electrical impulses, into a loud sound of the mother…screaming!!

 

 

However, I had some discussion with my personal advisor, Ms. Goody, about my conversation with the mother…study and money.

 

“You need better reasons than that.” Ms. Goody.

 

 

“I have to tell the mother then. Oh, she said I’d make a lot of money, so I can look after the fat brother. Personally, I don’t understand why I have to look after him, but no one dares to disturb the idea! I want to be like…Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci, because he was everything, painter, sculptor, architect, musician, mathematician, magician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, geologist, botanist…oh, and mapmaker!” Me.

 

“You know, you’re smart in a very eccentric way.” Ms. Goody.

 

 

“Yes, Ms. Goody, I’ve PTSD, OCD, and possibly autism!” Me.

 

 

The time of studying, learning, and working happened all at once, it was a wonderful time. Studying was not so bad for the lunatic members…like…me; it was…sort of insane to read all those books and make experiments, just to become a professional human chopper! However, it was necessary for preserving body parts…correctly, and those were Moonlight’s words! Learning, on the other hand, was so…muddled and muddy, never seeing anything bright and clear, I admit, it was good to be a member of the lunatic when I had to learn about everything and everyone around me. Sometimes, I was wondering, maybe in fact, everyone has all in one crazy…nutty, but…not me!

 

The first week in pre-med, the seniors had an idea of home welcoming. It was inflicting something unpleasant as a tradition for the freshmen. Some universities I had heard that the home welcoming was going to high way to hell, I mean an actual hell, therefore it was forbidden later. Mine was not so bad; they put us in a morgue room with…hmmm 2 irresistible skin…women, who were lying on a comfortable steel table. It was 7:00 pm and all 14 of us were supposed to accompany the 2 ladies on the table for a night. I had never felt afraid of death, dead bodies, blood, organs, or anything insane, like ghosts. All that…shit did not work with my PTSD, so my plan was to read my biology book to the two ladies; they should have known about their skin’s condition! But, it did not quite go with the plan. One of the freshmen was sitting on the room’s floor, making a soundtrack

 

 

for our…environment; thank goodness the lunatic scarer (Moonlight) did not study there with me. Before my thought went further, the soundtrack was turned to a sound effect, then some of us started yelling at her. I moved to sit with her, hopefully, I could have somehow turned the sound effect to something like…jazz?

 

However, it was not going with the plan…too, and when I was trying to talk to her,

 

 

“Hey, are you ok? (Dumb question) It’s ok, just 2 dead bodies.” Me.

 

 

“I’m afraid of them, I need to get out.” The girl with the sound effect.

 

 

“Why do you want to be a doctor then?” Me…with ????

 

 

“I want to be a dentist, not a doctor.” The girl with the sound effect.

 

 

“?????...Ok, dentist huh, alright…how about…look at their teeth, maybe that might help?” Me.

 

Before I was about to say something else, the sound effect turned to be silent along with a shaking and she was shaking like…hell! My natural survival instinct kicked me to the room’s door, banging like no one missed.

 

“Hello, pretty girl! Would you like someone to hold you?” Mr. Perfect, the senior.

 

 

(A few years later, Mr. Perfect was arrested for chopping his girlfriend into 59 pieces and made a funeral…hmmm river ceremony for every part of her.)

 

“A…ha…I don’t need one, but she does. If you don’t do it now, she’ll join those 2 ladies…Lunatic!” Me.

 

After that day, I was getting worried about my craziness, I did not actually like the idea of being a professional human chopper and I was so worried about if I became a…harmful…doctor, or a stupid one, or worse, a serial killer, cannibalistic

 

 

psychopath…bitch! Besides, “Don’t give a knife to a crazy person,” wise men said, so I was pretty sure it would have been a terrible terrible idea, giving a surgical knife…to me!

 

While I was walking and wondering all those thoughts to my drawing class (anatomy), which was in the Art Department, I saw…painted pictures of buildings, landscapes and interiors. In that moment, I found the sparking of life! The next morning, I quit medical school!! Hopefully, I would be an architectural student…next year! The resignation from med school was not easy, but I found my way of corruptions, Moonlight said, “One day. You’re going to get murdered!” Well, Ms. Goody said, “Sometimes, it’s ok to be imperfect and cheating is not always bad if it doesn’t bother anyone.” The hard-to- get-in-and-get-out-without-being-insane school agreed to continue my scholarship if I was accepted…and it requested drawing skill. No way I could afford a tutor without a plan!

While I was waiting for a drawing test and the first semester, which was about six months later, I was at the Art Department and pretended to be a freshman…in a drawing class!

 

Furthermore, I was getting greedy, as no one seemed to care who came from where, I was studying like, We Are The One. Therefore, I moved myself after the drawing class to a basic design class, and when I was about to get out of the basic design class, a sound of thunder stopped me.

 

“I’ve never seen you before. What are you doing here?” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Oh, I’m a freshman here, sir.” Me.

 

 

“No, you aren’t, I didn’t see you last semester.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Ahhhh…I’m transferring, sir.” Me.

 

 

“I don’t have any information of a transferring student (with scary eyes and a long paused)…I tell you what. You tell me what you’re actually doing here and I’ll see what I can do for you.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Well…sir…I’m temporary…un-student sir; I’m waiting for a drawing test for the next freshmen, sir. The advisor of the department would like to see if I’m going to pass the drawing examination.” Me.

 

“What did you study before….? Un-student.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Pre-med…sir.” Me

 

 

“Tell me something, how much do you know about art or design?” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“No…Problem…Sir!! Under primitive conditions, art and design began when a wandering tribe found a place to sleep like a baby. Art has a long and interesting history, dating back much earlier than the 20th century. In the 19th century, art became a formal academic discipline, and there were two main views of the subject. One view focused on the relationship of art to its cultural environment, and other view analyzed the use of colour, line, and form. Therefore, art has grouped and regrouped into explosion to design. Consequently, in the modern world, the most successful groups are architecture, interior, and landscape!” Me.

 

“First of art and design is architecture. Architecture design is a form of building outdoor of sunny! Architecture first appeared in Egypt, where people had broken the ground and were compelled to erect a fence, in order to protect the homestead from the enemies and wild beasts. Later, architecture has become an important part of lifestyle, appearing in Greece, Rome and Italy, and around the world. According to the list of master architects from across history, who are made in the great building of Architecture Design; Amenophis (Egypt), Apollodorus (Roman), and Leon Battista (Italy). The experienced are largely played out of architectural spaces, loving the outdoors for escape…hmm insane offers from inside enclosure!...Anything else?...Sir.” Me, again!

 

Professor Daddy looked at me like, “What am I supposed to do with this nutsy?” Before I was about to come out with some more smart-ass remarks, he said,

 

“Tell me everything.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

 

Everything? I did not tell him everything; home’s…booming and Mr. Dick was not a fairy tale for adults anyway, when I finished my something…stories, he was into a long pause with google eyes and seemed like, he did not know what to think (if I were him). So, I broke the sound of silence.

 

“Did I say something wrong…Professor?” Me.

 

 

“Hmm…No, I tell you what, next year when you’re a student…if you are. We’ll talk more. Meantime, you’re allowed to come to my class and I’ll inform Professor Black (drawing)…about a transferring student!” Professor Daddy.

 

“I hope so, sir. When I’m a student, I’ll come to see you, sir. Thank you so much, sir. I won’t let you down.” Me.

 

I always try to keep my promise. First day as a student of architectural major and the same old shit, the home welcoming and, as usual, it had to be inflicting something unpleasant as a tradition, and the Art Department was…the very right place for a lunatic like me. I was thinking that I found my…home.

 

The seniors painted us in the…hideous grotesque animal magnetism and took us to a train station in front of the university. We had to pretend to be beggars, and they took all the money we…worked for?...for Mr. Mae-Khong, related to Mr. Johnny Walker Black Label, only Mr. Mae-Khong was made in Thailand. Every day was a different kind of unpleasant home welcoming; one day, we had to catch some dogs, which lived around the university (Thailand used to have a lot of street dogs) I thought it was dangerous, but they said, “Catch one that does not bite you.” Sometimes I wondered if I was going to survive my youth without brain damage or worse, completely mental phenomena.” After we caught the bloody dogs, we needed to paint it, in a significantly unusual way, therefore, one of the dogs had a middle human finger on both side of its body.

 

Another day, the seniors called us for a meeting, they said we needed to talk.

Professor Daddy told me once, “When you hear the words WE NEED TO TALK, it isn’t abnormal to be panicking!” I was the one feeling the panic.

 

 

 

“Who the hell painted…the middle finger on that dog?” Senior 1, Mr. Glass.

 

 

No sound, no one dared to say…anything!

 

 

“Ok, no one? Alright, how about everyone runs around the basketball field…200 times.” Senior 2, Ms. No Water, a royal bloodline.

 

Shit…I was thinking that there were 2 options; one, if I stayed shut up, I would have been murdered pretty soon, and two, if I confessed, I was not sure what was going to happen next. Either way,