Now, I know it’s not really nice to laugh at the plights of seven-year-olds, but as I was turning on to my street today and saw that Louisa County School Bus dropping off an elementary schooler, I couldn’t help but think “HA! Never again!” My days of public education are finally, blissfully over.
Probably the lowest and most depressing stage of my existence was 9th grade gym (as opposed to 10th grade summer gym, during which I wrote an entire 70-page screenplay and watched intellectually-stimulating movies such as Shrek). As a way of getting through each terrible 90-minute class, I developed a system of counting down the minutes. If there were 40 minutes left in the class, I’d ask myself what I’d been doing 40 minutes ago: Getting picked on by that 9th grader [later convicted of armed robbery]? No, that was yesterday… Oh yeah, forming volleyball teams! Realizing that it hadn’t seemed that long since we’d picked volleyball teams, I would trick my brain into thinking there was less time in class than there actually was.
I’ve found myself falling into a similar pattern with waiting for NYU - except I’m just a tad more apprehensive about that timer reaching zero this time. Five days from now, I’ll be at NYU. Five days ago, I was flying to North Dakota. That doesn’t seem like it was that long ago…
That 90 minute class will be over soon.
