I could feel the yawn pulling at my lips. It was going to
win the battle to control my face. I tried to shake it off by adjusting in my
folding chair, crossing the other leg, having a sip of water. But as soon as I
grew still, there it was, and it was bigger than the both of us. At least I
didn’t have one of those weird croaky creaky esophageal outbursts that
sometimes accompany a really big yawn.
Once it was out of my system, I politely
returned my attention to the speaker, who was adorable and earnest and speaking
about things that are important, damn it. Why’s it so boring?
It had to be the venue. Although PowerPoint and the laser
pointer were new to the equation, the room brought me right back to history
class at NHS. It didn’t matter that I liked him and sometimes the subject
matter was mildly interesting, no matter what Mr. Harriton said put me into a semi-coma.
It was the venue. High School.
High School has a soporific affect on me.
I don’t want to alarm anybody unnecessarily, but my boy is going
to high school next year.
I am alarmed.
But I’m mostly sleepy.
Oh, those classrooms at NHS, the ones on the inside of the hallways, with no windows and no heat control, reminiscent of a wartime bunker? Oh, yes *those* classrooms. Poor Mr. Harriton; he had no chance.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure your boy will be just, um, fine next year. Really. Because I'm sure he'll get to bed early every night, and eat a nutritious breakfast every morning, just like his mom did.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ellie
Man, I so miss the days when you could simply sit back in your chair and listen to someone lecture. Sure it was boring sometimes, but so easy, and calming, and not really much was expected of you in return. It was mostly in the book too, wasn't it?
ReplyDeleteI hope so for your boy's sake ;)
xo,
beth