First, the school news..by the way, I know I’m getting long winded.  There’s so much to write about in this new position:

1.  Yesterday’s Essay on Depression:

JC:  The question was:  “What would you do if you found out that a friend wanted to commit suicide?  His answer:  I’d tell my friend to go ahead, and I’d help him as much as I can.  This is the same kid that said he would *jackoff* if he was depressed.

*T*:  An 18 year old, who is trying to get his diploma, in the conclusion of his essay:  “Stay away from love, and don’t get attached to no one or thing and just do your own thing stay busy and forget everyone cause there just you…” [sic], and time was up.

2.  I channeled Taylor Mali when the train of bathroom breaks started: 

No, you can’t go to the bathroom, because you’re bored, and you don’t really have to go, do you.

3.  PE ended early because…

…the drug dog came on campus.  Busted a few for marijuana residue.  We had to go inside to let the dog work.  I ended up showing YouTubes, and I showed the Nike Football Commercial.  The one where the Soccer ball comes through the roof.  They were mesmerized.  For three minutes.  Then they asked for Tupac.  I’m like, um.  You DO know he’s dead, right?  They absolutely idolize him. 

F.  I like F.  But he won’t shutup in 5th period.  Ever.

Everytime I turned my back today, he said, “F*** this Shit*.  Three times.  I brought him over to my desk.  Gave him the option of moving next to me at the peaceful, lavendar filled table, or taking a referral.  He moved.  He finished his writing test. 

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Alright.  Enough of that.  It’s Friday, people.  My youngest son tested for his Brown Belt 1 at Tae Kwon Do tonight.  I left my poker game, picked up both boys, and sat in amazement watching my 8 year old.  He did great.

I left my poker game 3 dollars down.  I never went back due to TKD testing.

Saw another ex-cousin at the local Pizzaria.  Do I hug?  Smile?  What?  I hugged.  That’s who I am.

I’m working out in the morning, doing my weekend chores, hanging in the pool with the kids, having friends over.  I need to relax more than anything. 

**Note.  My mother read my Namaste Blog post below this one.  She sympathized.  Then she said, “I can’t believe you said NAMASTE YOU BASTARDS!” 

That could only come from your Mother.

Happy running this weekend, to all out there.  ‘specially you Buckeye runners.  Lookout for Viper.  He’s injured, but he’s still gonna kick some butt.

*Lyrics from Comfortably Numb, by Pink Floyd*

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One thought on “*A distant ships smoke on the horizon*

  1. I have a talker like your “F” in one of my classes. The kid is bright, affable and totally likable–but he will NOT shut up!!!

    Best to you, Ms. V, as you deal with these kids every day.

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