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..: Song of the Vowels
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I hit my head on a sculpture called "Song of the Vowels" (not be confused with the other sculpture series, "Song of the Bowels") in my last year at UCLA to hear what kind of sound it would make (the sculpture, not my head). Normally, i hit this 10 foot sculpture with my fist, and that sound was always rather unsatisfying. The day I hit my forehead on the metal, the sound was even less satisfying. So, of course, my head hurt for about three days afterwards, and then my mom prompted me to see the local doctor about it. So I go. Sign in. I get time with the nurse, and she screens me.

"How did you hurt your head?" she asks. Good, she's not asking for specifics. I say I hit it on a sculpture at school. "Did you fall and hit it? Did you bump into it?" I had to speak the truth. Maybe I shouldn't have.

"I hit the sculpture on purpose. I wanted to know what kind of sound it would make."

"On purpose?" she asks. "Really? I've worked as a nurse for 15 years, and that is the weirdest thing I've ever heard." She gets up, and leaves. Through the door, I hear her laughing with her peers. She comes back through the door, somewhat composed, and tells me the doctor will see me shortly. Then he comes in. I guess the nurse and the doctor never talk, so he asks me the same questions again. The doctor doesn't even seem phased by my story, even after I elaborated about how it was sort of a daily ritual to knock my fist on it on the way back from design lectures. He tells me to get some Tylenol, and that there is no permanent damage that he can see. I get up, leave the hospital and drive home. The muffler from my car is giving me a headache.
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