I suppose I must hand today something kind, something of worth, because it was so sweet. (Perhaps a trip outside to free the chalk from erasers?) At one point, I laid my head down on my desk, forehead south, resting it on the back of my wrist. My desk is the color of school-desk wood. And I remembered having to do that as a kid. I’m not sure if it was done during a heated game of 7-up, a sign of trouble, or the prelude to surprise, but I remembered it all at once. And then today became even sweeter and I smiled (in that lips concealing teeth kind of way). No one will ever tell me I have to put my head down again. And even though I don’t remember why it was done, I sort of miss it. (Today) Let’s play a game—put your head down and close your eyes, raise your right thumb…
“Guess who?”
I loved 7-up until I realized I was never, ever picked. Then I hated it. But you would pick me, right? (God, I’m so lame. Just say yes.)
Showing my age. Putting my head down on the desk meant “bomb drill.” Did you young kids have bomb drills when you were little?
We had bomb drills as well. But that was a line up up against the wall in the fetal position kind of thing. Which was also called a tornado drill. (sometimes) :)
Chele, when we lived in NC did you ever have to do a tornado drill while in one of the “trailor classrooms”? The instruction was to run. Find a ditch or another building, but just run.
That memory always strikes me funny for some reason.
ha!
well, I can’t say I had one while in one of those trailers. They were such an odd concept weren’t they? But your damn right i would have run.
megami, i was rarely picked. the only times i can remember is when one of my (cooler) friends took pity on me.
Yeah, so for us, 7-up was naptime.
Freakgirl, we never had any bomb drills – I don’t think they had those anywhere in Canada. Although, there was one girl in my class in 5th grade who just transferred from California, and she told us about the fun bomb drills and flash flood drills and earthquake drills. She said she spent something like 1 hour a week hiding under her desk.