"Good Lord, young man" said my teacher, that Monday at class.
"If this keeps up I'll have you reclassified at the next psych-board meeting".
"I'm sorry" I replied.
He looked hard at me.
"What sort of block have you got? It must be a very simple, and also a conscious, one.
I winced.
"It's conscious, sir; but it's not simple. It's multi-tentacular. In brief, though it's rockets".
He smiled.
"R is for Rocket, eh?"
"I guess that's it, sir."
"We can't let it interfere with your scholastic record, though, young man".
"Do you think I need hypnotic suggestion, sir?"
"No, no" .
He flipped through a small tab of records with my name blocked on it.
I had a funny stone in my stomach, just lying there.
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