school days, 9.2006First day. Why the hell does this shit have to start so early?? God damn, 7:30 a.m. is not an hour at which anyone should have to argue with little buggers over miniwheats versus captain crunch and who gets the power ranger t-shirt, while the dog goes ape at the door a good two hours earlier than he’d normally get to take a leak. You're so vulnerable at that hour that by 8:30 and time to go, the dog and the kids can all pee and eat and watch violent cartoons and any f’n thing just to get through it. I was up scanning music blogs just three hours ago for christ sake. ugh.
But then, the tables turn. Because they gotta go to school [ha!]. The Judge was particularly out of sorts and has been for the last day because he’s moving up a level and he doesn’t want to. In a school that has 3-level classrooms, every three years a boy is a “senior” in his class, a position he is loathe to give up. Plus, in this case, the boy in question insists that since he knows how to read (better than older kids, he frequently points out), he is perfectly capable of now teaching himself anything he might want to know about the world simply by looking it up, so why does he have to go at all? (Intellectual arrogance is a genetic thing inherited via the Y chromosome, in case anyone was wondering.) Plus to add insult to all this injury, he’s moving up into Ears’ class, where he will be low-man to his brother’s senior position. The Judge has been simmering near outrage about all of this for a couple of days.
Hence, of course, they beat the absolute hell out of each other in the backseat with fists and feet most of the way there while I yell “Knock it the hell off!” and they ignore me entirely.
But then, the tables turn again. The Judge will be formally escorted by his old class to his new one and introduced to his new one with all the fanfare of a departing monarch. That helps. And meanwhile, Ears and I go ahead of him up to greet the Beauootyful Ms. Molly: hair loose to her waist in dark blond waves, long flowing skirt of kid-pleasing purple, and a flowered halter top with pink bra straps all straining in tightness around the full veiny breasts and swelling belly of about 5 months along. Ears took one look at her, dropped his eyes to the carpet, and probably won’t look up again until Christmas.
Warren Zevon – Life’ll Kill Ya
But then, the tables turn. Because they gotta go to school [ha!]. The Judge was particularly out of sorts and has been for the last day because he’s moving up a level and he doesn’t want to. In a school that has 3-level classrooms, every three years a boy is a “senior” in his class, a position he is loathe to give up. Plus, in this case, the boy in question insists that since he knows how to read (better than older kids, he frequently points out), he is perfectly capable of now teaching himself anything he might want to know about the world simply by looking it up, so why does he have to go at all? (Intellectual arrogance is a genetic thing inherited via the Y chromosome, in case anyone was wondering.) Plus to add insult to all this injury, he’s moving up into Ears’ class, where he will be low-man to his brother’s senior position. The Judge has been simmering near outrage about all of this for a couple of days.
Hence, of course, they beat the absolute hell out of each other in the backseat with fists and feet most of the way there while I yell “Knock it the hell off!” and they ignore me entirely.
But then, the tables turn again. The Judge will be formally escorted by his old class to his new one and introduced to his new one with all the fanfare of a departing monarch. That helps. And meanwhile, Ears and I go ahead of him up to greet the Beauootyful Ms. Molly: hair loose to her waist in dark blond waves, long flowing skirt of kid-pleasing purple, and a flowered halter top with pink bra straps all straining in tightness around the full veiny breasts and swelling belly of about 5 months along. Ears took one look at her, dropped his eyes to the carpet, and probably won’t look up again until Christmas.
Warren Zevon – Life’ll Kill Ya
