Saturday, September 6, 2008
Not the Best Choice
It was hot yesterday afternoon. Hot muggy and irritating. Erik was not in a good mood when he got off the bus today. But he did tell me all about his day. He has been buying lunch in the cafeteria. Yesterday apparently he was in line behind a rather huge girl with the word "F#*K" tattooed in italics on the back of her neck. He said something about "talk about making life choices you regret in twenty years"! ( His band recently played a gig at the "Making Healthy Choices" teen fair) Mmm I thought... last time we were at the Chinese Buffet I think I saw exactly that scenario.
After lunch in his history class the teacher had trouble with the digital projector and used exactly that same word in response. Erik and Inga had a little discussion about how often this occurs and what other outrageous things teachers have said in the past. Now you have to take these discussions with a grain of salt but teachers do swear in front of Highschoolers fairly often these days. And they make me feel old doing it because "in my day teachers didn't do that!" and I went to school in the Seventies. Last year Erik had a female teacher who threw markers and swore when the projector didn't work. How am I supposed to get my volatile teenagers to use self control when teachers are setting this example? Okay of course I am guilty too and I have taught my kids to say things like, "Come on really 25 miles an hour?" I guess what I wish is that we would all stop with the swearing just a little bit. Very Hallmark of me.
I did make a mighty fine elderberry peach cobbler yesterday. I have to say elderberries are awesome. I hope they have some at the market next week too.
Inga was very sick yesterday I think she threw up six times. Periodically her eyes swell up and she looks like she should be living in a yert somewhere in Tibet. I just wish that kid would be well. Maybe the rain we had overnight will help with the pollen or maybe she has some kind of flu. I'm just not sure what else to do for her. Cross my fingers that when she gets up today she will be better.
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