Over the past several months I\u2019ve been converting some of my short stories for publication. In essence,\u00a0 at the time I wrote most of them – I wasn\u2019t really concerned with the small details like, grammar, sentence structure, spelling, flow. Now I\u2019m paying dearly for that little error.<\/p>\n
In the process of editing some of these gems – I would have a brain storm about a new stories \u2013 so awesome that it they would kick ass, take names, solve world hunger, and talk sense in to Charlie Sheen!<\/p>\n
Score one more for ADD! I\u2019ll never get this crap done. L<\/p>\n
Anyway, I haven\u2019t updated my blog in a while. I decided I\u2019d dig back into the old memory archives and share a story that happened to me in my senior year at high school.<\/p>\n
It was close to graduation and our senior class was planning our senior trip. I was out of school sick for a few days and missed some of the discussions. Before my English class \u2013 I found out our English teacher was going to be one of our chaperons.<\/p>\n
Now, the guys were perfectly happy with this choice because our English teacher was pleasing to the eyes. Let\u2019s call her Mrs. K.<\/p>\n
Our English class had just about all of us seniors in it. A discussion got under way because Mrs. K was going to take her personal vehicle on the trip instead of riding a bus with the rest of the kids. Some of the girls in the class saw this as a opportunity. Riding with Mrs. K would be hell of a lot more fun that cruising around on a\u00a0 bus or cargo van.<\/p>\n
While the girls were egging Mrs. K to let them ride with her \u2013 Mrs. K politely said her car was small and their would not be much room.<\/p>\n
It was widely known at school that in past months Mrs. K drove a big truck. So, Timmy\u00a0 (I kid you not \u2013 his name is Timmy) made a suggestion:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you drive the big truck Mrs. K?\u201d, Timmy asked.<\/p>\n
Looking a little defeated, Mrs. K. replied \u201cI can\u2019t. It was Bill\u2019s\u201d.<\/p>\n
First, I don\u2019t think the \u201cBill\u201d was the correct name. It was a guy\u2019s name \u2013 that\u2019s all that matters at this very moment.<\/p>\n
Second, Timmy is Timmy. He was a big city kid busted for drugs and sent to live with a relative in our small country town. He was a poster child for what drugs can do to you.\u00a0 Sorry ADD again.<\/p>\n
At this point, I piped up and said \u201cBill won\u2019t mind\u201d.<\/p>\n
The class fell silent. Mrs. K looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes. It was like I just clubbed two baby seals using a horn from a javan rhino.<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cThat was the most insensitive thing I have ever heard! Get out of my class!\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone was silent. I didn\u2019t ask why. I just got up and left. I went down to the principals office where I explain to him I had no clue why I was there. He thought I was pretty much full of shit.<\/p>\n
He left for 10 minutes and when he returned he was laughing.<\/p>\n
Seems the story went like this:<\/p>\n
\u201cBill\u201d was Mrs. K brother \u2013n-law. Mrs. K would frequently drive around \u201cBill\u2019s\u201d truck. Rumor had it \u2013 that Mrs. K and \u201cBill\u201d was an item.<\/p>\n
While I was out of school sick \u2013 \u201cBill\u201d went to feed cattle. He jumped out of his truck and forgot to put it in gear. When he went to open the cattle gate the truck ran into him and killed him.<\/p>\n
I had no clue about any of this. So when I popped off \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t mind\u201d \u2026 I didn\u2019t know he was dead.<\/p>\n
So, I was told that I needed to apologize but I refused to. I mean, really ? Apologize for something I had to clue about. I decided \u201cNO!\u201d not going to happen. So for a few days I just skipped her class.<\/p>\n
Finally, I decided I\u2019d break down and apologize. After class one day I approached her an said I was sorry about what happened.<\/p>\n
She looked me dead in the eye and said \u201cI don\u2019t believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Interestingly enough \u2013 I really didn\u2019t mean it either.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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