On The Way To School

If we are to be on time to school, then we have to leave at 8:10 by the latest. So far the earliest we've made it is leaving the house today at 8:15. I forgot something so B went ahead and I went back and got it and then was trying to catch up with her.

*B, doesn't like being late. Being late drives her crazy. I, on the other hand, haven't been on time to anything. This is probably one of the big kickers in us being married. She tells me to hurry up and I tell her to relax, she gets mad and I hurry up.....sometimes.

I am telling you this, because when we are late B gets into hyper-space drive and is off and I am running to keep up and trying to be quite, so she won't hit me and abuse me verbally.....just checking to see if you were awake. But seriously, I can't keep up with B when she is walking to get somewhere when we are late.

So, alas, me walking to catch up with her this morning was in vain. I was walking as fast as I could and she kept getting smaller and smaller in my view.

So here are my observations on the way to school today, because I finally gave up and went back to moseying along at my usual, turtle pace:

[We pass three schools on the way to ours, so that is why they are labeled school 1,2 and 3.]

School #1 - so far everyday we have gone to school we have been late. Every day we have been late we've walked by school #1 and I hear them singing inside or chanting the national anthem or whatever they do and I always see a girl maybe 14 or 15 walking quickly towards school. Not a B-paced walk, but you can tell she is late. I can't help but smile at someone in my same boat. We have an understanding. Us slow-pokes have to stick together.

School #2 - So I smile to my fellow tardee and round the corner. As I am passing by the little corner store I hear, "Ca-lie-tun, Ca-lie-tun." As I turn to look, one of my teacher's 16 year old sons is running up to me. I asked him why he wasn't in school. He told me that school #2 needed something so they sent him to go to the market to get it. That would never work in America. You send them out, they wouldn't come back.

School #3 - As I am approaching school #3 I see two little boys standing by the gate looking in. They are about waist-high old. Both of them are looking through the gate into school. As I walk by something happened and one boy's hand got pinched in the gate and apparently from his accusations it was the other one's fault. I keep walking by and all I could understand were the words "stupid" and "donkey." As I was rounding the corner I looked back and both boys were on the ground with fists ablur. They were engaged in the battle of the ages to save ones honor. After I rounded the corner and was half a car’s length away the battle of the ages obviously had stopped as quickly as it began and I began to hear crying, so either the little boy got his revenge or he just learned that his little buddy had a nasty left hook.

School #4 - I arrive at school and soon it is me crying because the Arabic bear is eating me, but that's a normal everyday thing.