Stories for living

The House in My Head

Abstract

It’s a harsh landing, and it’s left me shaken, but I still have to walk up to the blackboard. Everyone is looking at me. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Nothing at all. The story I could recite from memory barely an hour ago is gone. There’s not a single syllable left. I’m looking all around the classroom, trying to find the beginning of a
sentence. But there are so many students, so much furniture and so many things. So many things spinning all around me. It’s chaos in here.

When he gets back from the movie theatre, Vincent can tell his mom exactly what happened in the film, right down to the tiniest detail. But when he has to get up in front of the class and recite a story he has learned by heart, his mind goes blank. The house in his head is just so big, he tends to get lost in there!

The House in My Head takes a good look at attention deficit disorder from an original and accessible angle.

Ma maison-tête intérieur
Ma maison-tête intérieur
Ma maison-tête intérieur