Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
For some reason, in my junior year of high school, the assistant principal elected himself my emotional/ethical guardian.
That is to say, he made it his business to dissuade me from dating my boyfriend.
He deemed the match unacceptable and took it upon himself to talk me out of it.
The tack he decided to take was to ‘reason’ me out of it.
To that end, every day during second period (and I assumed he waited until second period so that he could have his morning coffee and steel himself to face me) the phone in my Spanish class would ring and he would call me to his office.
It got to be such a regular event; the teacher moved my seat next to the phone and told me to answer it when it rang.
And so it went.
His concern was that I was making a HUGE mistake and ruining my life!
After I got over being angry that he was sticking his nose into something that was none of his business I kind of enjoyed these daily diatribes.
I’m always up for a good argument, and I came back at him with some very sound and defendable lines of reasoning.
Plus it got me out of Spanish class.
And let’s face it, that was a good thing!
Until I got my report card……….
Monday, October 27, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
When I was little I had two best friends.
Janet and Rita.
We played well together.
Most of the time.
But…..when things didn’t go her way, Janet would throw a tantrum.
It was always the same….…. “If you don’t do what I want I’m going to sit in the road and get hit by a car! THEN you’ll be sorry!”
And she would sit cross-legged, in the middle of our street (it was a lane really, with very few cars) put her face in her hands and cry.
I remember thinking……would it really be that bad if she did get hit by a car? ……..at least then we wouldn’t have to go through this nonsense all the time (I was famous for my empathy…….)
One day the pavement in the road in front of Rita’s house developed a hole about the size of a Frisbee.
Not very big but when you looked down into the hole you could see that the dirt had washed away and it was developing into a sinkhole.
To us it looked like it went to the center of the earth!
Of course this was just the thing Janet needed for her next big performance.
And that show came very soon after the discovery of said hole.
We were playing at Rita’s house, Janet didn’t get her way……she went into her usual tirade but this time she said, “I’m going to sit on the hole and get swallowed up by the earth! THEN you’ll be sorry!”
And off she went.
I noticed though, as she took up her position, she didn’t sit directly on top of the hole but off to the side.
Rita and I stood there watching and waiting.
I’m not sure if we were watching in gleeful anticipation of Janet getting swallowed alive or if we were just tired of the routine.
After a few minutes we grew bored and went inside to play.
When Janet realized no one was watching she got up and went home.
I know, it seemed anticlimactic to me too……..