Thursday, March 19, 2020

Bettering Myself


Bettering Myself is a short story by Ottessa Moshfegh. You can read it online here. It begins,
My classroom was on the first floor, next to the nuns’ lounge. I used their bathroom to puke in the mornings. One nun always dusted the toilet seat with talcum powder. Another nun plugged the sink and filled it with water. I never understood the nuns. One was old and the other was young. The young one talked to me sometimes, asked me what I would do for the long weekend, if I’d see my folks over Christmas, and so forth. The old one looked the other way and twisted her robes in her fists when she saw me coming.

My classroom was the school’s old library. It was a messy old library room, with books and magazines splayed out all over the place and a whistling radiator and big fogged-up windows overlooking Sixth Street. I put two student desks together to make up my desk at the front of the room, next to the chalkboard. I kept a down-filled sleeping bag in a cardboard box in the back of the room and covered the sleeping bag with old newspapers. Between classes I took the sleeping bag out, locked the door, and napped until the bell rang. I was usually still drunk from the night before.

12 comments:

  1. Interesting start to the story. I wonder what strange bathroom, especially public bathrooms, we will develop out of this pandemic?

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    1. That's an interesting question. I wish they'd go back to paper towels and put trash cans by the door.

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  2. Sounds sad, even worse than the school I went to....Valerie

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  3. ...I just try to do the best that I can.

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  4. It sounds like a sad life. Too depressing for me to want to read.

    I'm taking all of the CDC recommended precautions when I have to go places, but you can only do so much along those lines, too, due to a lack of disinfecting wipes, etc. I'm trying not to stress too much, but every day, more bad news occurs.

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    1. The news is horrifying, isn't it? I'm a homebody by nature, so that part of it's not a problem, but our state went from a case count of 4 to one of 10 overnight. All our restaurants/bars have been closed to in-house seating. It's a strange world :(

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  5. I believe I have met people who have endlessly nothing lives like this. So sad.

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