Know Where The Chicken Is

[bloodyrosemccoy]

 

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Juggling class is a class of quick progress. This is not one of those classes where you spend the first three days listening to the teacher insist that in order to properly juggle, you must know the entire history of juggling, which is earliest recorded in Ancient Egypt and whatnot. No, this is the sort of class where you walk in, and the teacher hands you three balls and a paper on how to keep them all flying around in the air, warns you not to step on any errant balls or pelt anyone, and tells you all to have fun.

 

And so I did.

 

Twenty minutes into the class, I was smoothly tossing two balls back and forth prety well.

 

After thirty minutes, I was able to get up to five tosses with three balls, provided I shouted to remind myself to throw after the first three tosses.*

 

And after thirty-five minutes, I could not remember how to hold two things in my hands at once.

 

Apparently, some processor in my brain that has to work hard in this job is a little out of shape, because all of a sudden I Could Not Brain the concept of tossing and catching. I would brace myself to toss and just stare at my hands in absolute confusion. It was the most confounding thing; it had just stopped making sense. So I had to give up for the day.

 

I’m hoping this works like exercise, though—I’m gonna see if I can make that little bit of my brain make more sense. This is going to be the most interesting class I’ve got.

 

 

*“One! Two! Three! THROW! THROW! THR—dammit.”