Friday had a weird component to it that only now, upon reflection, I understand as Today’s Perfect Moment. Upon further reflection, I wonder if those are the Most Perfect Moments.
I work in a noisy environment. I don’t mean mechanically or electronically noisy, but people noisy. In the halls, the students shout over one another in a multitude of languages in a multitude of voice tones. The classrooms may have moments of silence, but they aren’t coordinated with each other and rare are the moments of total silence in the school when class is on.
The teacher’s room isn’t any better. You’d think with all the noise of the students and the multitude of questions still being fielded on the way to the teacher’s room, upon entry things would get silent. Nothing could be further from the truth. The teacher’s room is a place of banter, grammatical pondering, and a place for bitching about students, the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission–or Take The Car), politics, and marijuana. It is also a place where talk about the latest episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race and Game of Thrones seem to happen–yes, a minefield of spoilers.
Friday afternoon though, for perhaps an hour or so around 12:30, things got quiet. People were walking around doing things, but not commenting. People were at their computers, and actually concentrating. Despite eating lunch with someone, I found myself using fewer words, and commenting less. It was a good kind of quiet.
This is not to say there was no noise. People talked, but tones were hushed. Keyboards clacked, but with less insistency. Doors opened and closed, but it was just quieter. It was just Perfect.