really lived, in a house with no walls, nothing to keep the outside out. In a park of monsters.
My heart hurts. I canât swallow because my mouth is so dry. Instead of the usual written exams we used to have in Winnipeg, for my Natural Sciences class I have to take an oral examination. Iâm going to have to stand up in front of the whole class and give my answer.
I donât want to. I want Poppa to save me. Last week, he came for the meeting with Comrade Ivanova and she explained about the test.
Please make sure that Annette is not alarmed in any way about these tests
, she told him. Poppa just nodded. I couldnât say anything about how scared I was. I didnât want him to be ashamed of me.
The teacher nods at me to take my question. The tickets with the test questions are in a pile on Comrade Ivanovaâs desk. Two other teachers are helping, making notes on lined pieces of paper.
Elenaâs up next. Her marks are always âexcellentâ; she doesnât have to worry.
What is industrial dust and how is it harmful?
Elena stands straight in front of the teacherâs desk and gives her answer. I canât hear what she says. Thereâs a kind of roaring in my head, a buzz.
Two more students and then itâs my turn. Elena sits down, tilts her head at me, smiles.
Donât worry
, she mouths. I have to look at the question, at the piece of paper in my hand thatâs crinkly and damp with sweat.
Why has a dog a muzzle and a man a face? Give three reasons.
What does it mean? All I can think of is a dog-face, a man-muzzle, a horrible man/dog face. Three reasons. I canât even understand the question.
That boy, Anatoly, is up next. Heâs running his hand through his curly hair, making it even more of a mess. Comrade Ivanova tells him to take his hands out of his pockets. He shrugs; one corner of his mouth goes up in half a smile. Even his half-smile is nice. He has green eyes, like my mother. And now heâs answering but I canât hear his answer. All I can hear is a murmur, as if I didnât understand Russian any more, as if I were in a foreign country, and lost.
I am.
Why did Poppa bring me here? Why do I have to learn everything new? I want to be my old self, the one I knew, the one that never changed.
Theyâre calling my name.
I hold on to the edge of the desk, haul myself up.
âComrade Ivanova,â I say, âI donât understand the question.â
The teacher looks more surprised than stern, whispers something to the other teachers. âAnnette, please take a seat again at the back of the room.â
I go to the back of the class, put my head down on the desk.
The other teacher, Comrade Kazan, comes up and leaves a new ticket on my desk. âThis is your new question, Annette. Please study it and we will ask you up again in a few minutes.â
Theyâre giving me another chance.
I have to give myself a chance. I have to stop being scared of everything, scared of nothing. What was I afraid of? The strap? Thereâs no strap here.
So what can they do to me?
Send me home.
All right then, theyâll send me home.
Tell my mother.
So what?
So what.
It doesnât matter what they do to me. It doesnât matter how Iâm punished.
They canât make me do anything. Not if Iâm not afraid.
Iâm not afraid.
So much was taught in those classrooms. My teacher, Comrade Ivanova, Raya, the Young Pioneer leader with her kind blue eyes â they taught me, eventually, gently, with consideration, not to be afraid of oral examinations. Taught me this poem:
WORKERS
The snow is deep on the streets.
But see, the street workers sweep the snow from the streets.
We need not creep.
Our feet will not get wet.
Three cheers for the street workers.
I memorized the lines, and can still remember them. As in the poem, we were taught to cheer â to celebrate the workers, the genuine citizens, good comrades. To celebrate
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