In 9th grade I had a new teacher for english. Mr Johnson. …Mr Johnson……was….a hippie. ……Cool dude………A rebel. A No quarter, buck the system, fight the power, no deodorant wearin……. hippie……. We connected instantly like old shoes. He gave me his Springsteen and I gave him my Dixie Dregs. Nouns? Pronouns?...no dude….Hemmingway……Poe…… Class wasn’t all that structured so we more often that not behaved like a hoard of monkeys on acid and laughing gas. One day I put his coat on and stood in the doorway. Digging around in his pockets I pulled out this little wooden ball with an alligator clip on it. I looked at it and ……looked at it. Im flyin it around and opening and closing the clip like its eatin something….. Mr Johnson, who was walking down the hall saw me……and broke into a run…”NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” He snatched it out of my hand. “what IS that?” I asked…….. IT’S A roach clip he whispered. I nodded in agreement. …… “It is?” I asked. Im thinking…..WHY IN THE WORLD would you use that to catch roaches????? That’s stupid……Anyway……..Mr. Johnson wasn’t asked to teach the following year…… Now I can’t take credit here.
Save your excuses, your tensions and fears
Be sure as you go and you go with the flow
And you reap what you sow as above, so below
I guess what comes around goes around…….I really wanted to be in a class with Jennifer…and as much as it hurts to reveal the truth …….I really wasn’t smart enough.
One of my teachers said he went to Washington and Lee because he wanted an education. I asked him what he got instead……….Yeah… I was not applying myself very well. When it was all over Jennifer was going to a really good University and I was ….Lucky enough to get into a small private school….. what comes around goes around…..
Mind your lip and swing your hips
And be selective, be objective
No pain, no gain, no pain, no gain, no pain, no gain
When I told my chemistry professor I was going to go transfer to Harvard he said…”who are you going to visit?” hehehehe Touche…I deserved that one…LOL
Never getting close to Jennifer was hard…but it was never going to come around…..Thats ok……Now were friends on Facebook…….She married like…….some stockbroker….. Its ok…..in fact it’s REALLY ok……Some things DO come around…..
5 comments:
aw... those hippy teachers were the best... mostly because you talk them into giving you higher grades based on how much you told them about your parents fighting...
and you're guilty of READING at red lights, or doing Sudoku? :)
hehehe Im sorry darlin.....I used to read ..like...all the time...but i stopped because i found people were more interesting to me than some piece of fiction someone else wrote...I couldnt impart that to anyone.....I couldnt share it...so yeah ...I was reading at stop lights.....never said i was smart!!! hehehehe silly
Just here getting caught up on my blog reading! Happy Saturday!
"Mother's Finest"..I'm working on it!
Hard to find a good woman, nowadays. Good luck!
Old shoes makes a connection? I had no idea!
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