Ode to Public Education: Part One
You probably don’t understand; you probably enjoyed public education. Good for you. Why don’t you go put on your Letterman sweater and shut the heck up?
The Depressing Reality Version.
The dream of being the keyboardist in a punk-rock band becomes less likely each year.
You probably don’t understand; you probably enjoyed public education. Good for you. Why don’t you go put on your Letterman sweater and shut the heck up?
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.”
What child doesn’t dream of possessing super powers of one kind or another? What child doesn’t fancy herself the brightly-suited victor of her childhood fantasies? What child doesn’t imagine the kind of cookies she could snake from the weak-minded Girl Scouts with the use of the Force?
Blood trickled down my quivering upper lip as we neared the source of the natural light: A large window overlooking the parking lot and a sign reading “This Way to Flooring”. And we were never heard from again! The End.
I admit that when I fell in love with Andy eight years ago I didn’t have the slightest idea what I was in for.
I know this may come as a shock to those of you who know me, but I say really stupid, insensitive things on a regular basis.
Nothing like a good old fashioned tag!