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June 28, 2003
Summer finally begins...
Saturday. The day after the last day of Summer School. You’d think that I would be able to sleep-in or something. My body works on its own time. I don’t dislike getting up early, but sometimes, I yearn for the old days when I used to be able to sleep until eleven or twelve o’clock. Oh, for the days of my youth.
I don’t have much to add about my Summer School experience that I haven’t already said. My final impressions are all right too. I just wish I had a little more to do throughout the past month — staring at a computer screen and Blogging for 75% of one’s time doesn’t necessarily make the time pass very quickly. Two incidents (both contextually related, I guess) did make me feel good about myself, though.
One day, three girls were goofing off in the hall, not to far from where I was standing, when one of them quickly turned around and looked at me (as if she had been caught doing something wrong) and exclaimed, “Oh! I thought you were a teacher!” When I told her that I was, she replied, “Nuh uh, you’re a student. You look like a student!” Why, thank you!
On another occasion, I was filling up my water bottle at a drinking fountain. It was lunch time. During lunch, all of the students are either supposed to be in the cafeteria or in a classroom with a teacher present. A few teachers, during this time, act as hall monitors. So, I’m getting my water when I hear, in a stern, confrontational sort of voice, “Where are you supposed to be!” (This is a phrase that many teachers use when they want kids to know that they are serious about repremanding the student’s whereabouts.) When I thurned around, there was another teacher pointing at me. The instant he saw me, the teacher’s hand (and face) dropped, and he said, “Oh, you’re a teacher. Sorry.” Thanks again!
If anything, I guess Summer School made me feel young again. Not that I felt old, but for someone whos 31-years old, it’s always nice to be mistaken for being younger (it’s been too long since I’ve been “carded” at the grocery store!).
Summer School is over. I have a couple of weeks off to look for jobs. Then, we’re off to California. Now, all I have are my memories…?
Anyway, since I’m so “young,” today I’m going to do something completely age-appropriate and take my wife and brother-in-law to Oceans of Fun. Yay!
Posted at 07:02 am
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