Hot for Teacher.

 

     Now that Summer is officially half way over (YAY!) and School is about to start back up, you know that place where you enter this huge brick building with screaming kids, kids that are nerds, kids that are cool, kids that are rude and ones who are just plain bullies? That wonderful, wonderful place that we spend just about 18 full years of our life dealing with ... lets talk about that for a minute while we prepare to meet boredom for another 9 months.

     I really can't say, looking back that I ever liked school. In fact, I did everything I could to avoid it like the plague. I remember many days that I would drag myself out of bed, get dressed and leave the house. I would make it as far as the truck and would somehow "feel dizzy" Or I would actually make it to school wait  5 minutes "get sick" and call home. If either of those things didn't work I would figure out how to get into trouble so I would then get sent home like: I sure do remember the time I just happened to be outside of Doc. Salisbury's class in the hallway getting ready to walk in, late of course but geeze ... what's the problem? I was there! And a few of the boys came running past (I won't name any names to protect the innocent - which they sure the heck weren't) threw an M-80 into the drinking fountain and blew it close to sky high. How the heck I got blamed for that? I don't know but off to Fellez's office I went. I was told *yawn that I was being suspended. Eh? I was okay with that. It was the third day of school and like all the rest of the time well I just didn't want to be there. I called my Grandparents to come and get me. They came. I assumed it was a 3 day suspension like always but not this time. It wasn't even a week. It was the rest of the entire school year. Now remember, this was only the third day in. My Grandparents took me home. I was like a puppy with his head out the car window. I was so excited. No school for 9 months. Adding that up ... A full year since we just came off of a three month Summer vacation. I sure wasn't going to fret about any of it. I still had some tanning to do, some cute boys to talk to and my baton to twirl. Heaven I tell you. Heaven.

    The question is: How long until reality snatches bliss out from under your feet? 
The answer is: Not long when someone like Vikki is around.
     My Grandmother called "my fake" Mother to tell her what happened and sure enough even though she lived in Seattle which was about a 40 minute drive from my house, she declared she was not letting me stay on with an extended good time so she grabbed her broom arriving at our place the next morning. At first she was just going to call the school but for some reason she figured she had to put on a bigger show. She assumed that going into the school and sounding like King Kong would do just that. The next morning she along with her husband Bob and myself all went to the Jr. High - I was in 7th grade when this all took place.      
      Vikki entered the building, stomping down the hallway, yanking open the office doors and very loudly demanding to see the principal. Ha! I could not stand the guy but I really don't know if I wished this on him or any other of my worst enemies ever. We took a seat and waited to be called. After about 10 minutes it was our turn to go in. I was a little nervous but tried not to act like I was. I couldn't ruin my reputation that I didn't have yet, right? The chairs were hard and cold just like 'my Mother" was. Everyone introduced themselves and before anything else could be said she started to shriek. She let the principal know in no uncertain terms that I was an out of control child and he was crazy if he thought he was giving me, a delinquent an extended Summer into next year. He was informed that if he didn't want me in his school she didn't blame him because she sure has hell didn't want me at home either. (That being a joke in itself - she didn't live with me and my Grandmother loved having me around.) She informed him that I would be at school if it wasn't to learn it was to spend the next 9 months picking up garbage from out in front, mowing the football field or washing dirty windows. At that point Fellez excused himself for a moment and stepped out of the office. Vikki, Bob and I had a quick chat, like I was even listening to her. Bob and I were cracking jokes. She was getting real irritated with us. Just as Fellez walked back into the room, he sat down and something lit a fire under Vikki's a** and she looked at Bob and firmly said "What are you smirking about?" before he could answer she turned to the principal who was smiling, I am sure in embarrassment,  and yelled "Get that stupid grin off your face or I will knock it off!" Needless to say the meeting was pretty much over at that point and I was back to hearing that dang bell ring through my head each morning. Whoopie! Side note though: The rest of my 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th & 12th grade year I never had a single problem with being sent to the office again.

     I must apologize though, this post was going to be about back to school but I was sidetracked revisiting my wonderful years of time served before I graduated. Gooooo Mustangs!
     
     Shailah was talking earlier to Lucee' about needing to go school shopping soon. Always last minute with this one. Not really any supplies yet and certainly not the wardrobe she is going to need for going into this 2022 up coming year. 
     O! How I remember school shopping. O! How I remember how much I hated it. I hated it with a passion. It was always a whole day thing. My Grandmother and I would head to Seattle and meet up with Vikki. It was off to Downtown to shop. Funny being a kid that just the thought of it made me tired even before the (what seemed like) 900 miles was going to be put on my shoes that day. Lord! How many stores did we really need to go to? The Bon Marche'. Fredrick and Nelsons. JCPennys. Sears and every other one in between. Jeans after jeans. Shirts after shirts. Shoes after shoes. I loathed trying on clothes because it was never just try this on. It was always try this on and come out and model it for me. Now it didn't matter if there was one person in the store or 100. I always had to emerge from behind the door, do a little walk, do a little spin and lets not forget the lift up your shirt so I can see how your pants fit. Ugh! It was so monotonous. I spent the whole day screaming in my head. I always went. I never cared about clothes, I did however care about lunch. Lunch! That wonderful thing where we could sit down and let the red drain from my cheeks until it was time for another flair up of material fitting again. Lunch! It was my most favorite part of the day. It was always the same thing too. The Sears "Food Bar" where you could get one of those huge hand dipped corn dogs like you get at a State Fair covered in extra thick batter. Then off to Fredrick and Nelsons for a box of Frangos. But not before I was able to get some Seafoam chunks from the candy counter while still at Sears. I will admit I was kinda chunky back then like most grade school kids are until they fall for their first crush or get older and find they are hot for their teacher. But that my friend being a horse of a different color will have to wait for another day.


                                               Kazz 💋