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By the time I walked out of school, I was a different person.
Less than a month earlier, my father had passed, and a growling discontentment, which had started in the previous September, had now turned into a barking dog of frustration.
I was tired of school.
I was tired of my little town.
I was tired of being a student.
I was tired of having urges and desires that were ignored by my local church and replaced with a series of childish activities.
I was nearly a man, forced to wear boyish attire.
My mother decided I should get a job. She thought it would keep all of the sadness off my mind.
That year, the local Youth Corps was offering employment to students to assist local businessmen in their pursuits, at $1.10 an hour. I signed up. They placed me in the role of helping out the local groundskeeper at the cemetery.
Not exactly the perfect job for a young man who had just lost his dad.
There was no grave-digging involved. My responsibility was to mow around the tombstones in a fourteen-day pattern. By the time I finished the fourteenth sector of the cemetery, it was time to go back to the first section and start all over again.
I could not imagine anything that personified the futility of my soul like this particular ritual.
I hated it–especially when it came time for sector four–which included my father’s grave. Actually it was just a pile of dirt. It was too soon for grass to have grown. And I felt compelled, by some sense of nostalgia, to stop and pay my respects.
Yet it was odd and obtuse.
As I mowed–especially on the very hot days–there was this strange smell in the air. It reeked of concentrated vitamins, similar to what you experience when you open up a new bottle. It gave me the creeps.
Since my supervisor rarely showed up at the cemetery, I decided to sign the worksheet with my hours and not actually appear. Amazingly, I pulled this off for two weeks before I got caught.
Mr. Lester, my representative, was very disappointed in me. I was fired.
I was mostly relieved, for two reasons: I didn’t have to keep lying, but mostly … I didn’t have to keep working.
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