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The Overman goes to High School: Part I

I ENROLLED BACK into my old high school for one day as a visitor Wednesday and followed around Samantha Snyder, an old friend we all refer to as Sam, visiting old friends and some good teachers.

WHEW, I'm really not writing this well...let me try a little harder.

Concentrate...NOW....

The Overman raised his eye lids at six o'clock in the morning and scrambled half unconsciencely with his hand to find a remote that would make the talking stop. When he couldn't, he stood up and crushed the radio on the other side of the room against the floor and smiled about it.

He was up now.

The Overman had went to sleep that morning nearly two o'clock in the ante meridiem, which was against his habit -- had it been completely up to him he would not have slept for hours more -- but he knew there were places to be when the sun rose up, and these were places he did not want to miss.

So here he was now, standing over the scattered pieces of blue metal that was his radio, when he decided to get dressed. The Overman looked through his uniforms and decided on his favorite one:
  1. Silk Boxers
  2. White, Black and Yellow Socks
  3. Dark Blue Jeans
  4. Pocket Watch, Chain Hanging Down
  5. White Dress Shirt, Sleeves Rolled Up
  6. Brown Tie
  7. Brown Suede Jacket, Sleeves Rolled Up
  8. Brown, Fingerless Leather Gloves
  9. Brown Fedora

A Nine-Step fashion programme to becoming the Overman.

Oh, what fun the Overman has in getting dressed, so that just by looking at him you knew he was, in fact, the Overman. But by the time he had finishing with his uniform ceremony, it was six fourty-five and time to leave. That is, if the Overman wants to be to school on time...