The first time Alice got out of her cage and around normal people was when she went to Physical Therapy Assistant School. She finally realized that none of her kids were gonna be physicians or surgeons so it would be up to her if they were gonna have a medical professional in the family. She was so happy to be embarking on a career that was somewhat doctory. She started takin’ classes and got pretty good grades.
But Alice never realized that what went at home probably wouldn’t go in public. You couldn’t just say what ever you wanted to the teachers. You couldn’t treat them like you treated mom. You couldn’t be rude and hateful. You couldn’t correct them all the time in class and act like you were an expert. You couldn’t just run around thinking you should already be an instructor in the program. You couldn’t get away with interrupting a teacher, and sayin’ “Listen lady, I know all about the skeleton . . . By god I know what’s connected to what . . . I memorized that stuff.” They failed her on the final. The grading was completely subjective. They never told her why and she never figured it out.
She was cryin’ on the phone, “They’re just jealous of me because I’m so smart . . . I was the best one in the program . . . the best one . . . this is unfair . . .” And in a way she had a point. But there wasn’t one dissenting vote . . . it was unanimous. The teachers had to get rid of Alice. They couldn’t take it anymore. They didn’t care that she was on the honor role . . . that personality just had to go. They weren’t it about to let that loose on the public.