Freewrite #744 : Knee

Her arm shot up into the air, once more, waving excitedly.

He looked around the class, to the other students who looked totally bored and non responsive.
He had no choice. His ulcer started to churn.
"Yes, Abigail..." He said, his words trailing off in desperation.

He prayed for another student to raise their arms.
Once...Just once, would be nice.

"Knee, sir," Abigail shouted enthusiastically, "It's a knee!".

"Wha....?" The professor replied. He didn't know why he bothered to get out of bed some days , he really didn't.

Third year medical students were supposed to be a breeze, and in fairness, they mostly were.
Except for Abigail. She was anything but a breeze.
Today's lecture was about the components that made up the leg.
There was no such thing as knee to third year medical student, it was a multitude of parts, and each part with it's own name.
A knee was a concept, not a reality. Not for those about to become surgeons.

"It's definitely a knee sir," Abigail continued, cutting off his response,and very surprise that her professor would say 'what' to such a simple question.
'Maybe he was getting deaf,' She though, ' Old people do get deaf, she reasoned.'
Maybe it was Alzheimers or something, but she didn't think so.
He always remembered her name when she came into class... although when he called her name out, he always sounded very depressed.
'Does depression cause deafness', She thought. Maybe. She would check it out later.

"Abigail..." the professor started, not sure what to say to that answer. 'A third year medical student, for fucks sake. he said to himself... 'A Knee? A goddamn knee?'

"Sir, you can say what you like" Abigail continued, she was getting little upset with this teachers total lack of medical knowledge, " I fell over the other day, and I scraped it, like, really badly!"

He stared blankly at her. His ulcer was really going some now.

"Maybe they had a different name for it, back when you were a surgeon, but nowadays, , that's what its called, like defo".

The professor slumped down into his seat.
He was beaten, there was nothing he could say.
He didn't think himself a bad man, but Abigail could induce the Dali lama to have a psychotic break.

...The bell rang for end of lesson.

'Thank fuck for that' the teacher thought to himself 'It's finally over'. He just hoped his ulcer wasn't bursting.

Abigail jaunted past him, enthusiastically, "Sir....if i might say something" She said, slowing down, looking very serious
" If you must" He replied., wondering to himself if he had enough gas in his tank, and hose pipe in the trunk...

"Well, Sir," She said, " If you're having trouble identifying body parts correctly, then maybe you should, you know, think about another job?"

He didn't answer her, but just smiled, and raised his hands up.

He'd just remembered that there was some hosepipe in the trunk.
His will to live was fading by the second.