When I was eleven, we lived on Brown Street in Tucson and I was in Mrs. Carson's 6th grade class. Mrs. Carson was a gorgeous blonde, tall and slender, and I was -- hands down -- the worst part about her first year at her first job. She hated me with intensity and was new enough she didn't know to hide it. I was super smart, but I was a big liar and full of bravado and I acted like hellspawn to everyone. It was some weird combination of hormones and not having friends (it was the only year we spent in Tucson), but, gawd, if she could have strangled me she would have. And I totally deserved it because I was an incredible brat.
One morning, we were having our physical education period and we were practicing high jump under her uncharacteristically disinterested supervision and I trashed my ankle. I twisted it so badly that it practically exploded. It got so swollen so fast that I can't even imagine the number of tendons and muscles and ligaments I must have torn. I remember she looked at it and kind of went "Eh, I guess you can go see the nurse."
In her defense, this was way back before they had P.E. specialists for middle-schoolers, and way back before teachers and schools really took responsibility for kids. And it was her first job. But damn, my ankle was trashed. I didn't break anything, but I ended up spending eight weeks in a cast.
I think that Mrs. Carson became one of those teachers who learned to really look out for kids like me, and save us from ourselves, but she wasn't at the time.
Anyway, I bring all of that up because on Friday night I twisted the shrieking crap out of the same ankle.
6 comments:
Might I suggest that drinking and hiking don't mix?
Well, now you tell me. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
I wonder, is this a family only site? I thought about that after I made my snarky comment.
You are family. :-)
But, no, to answer your question, it's not family only. Hee hee, as far as I can tell, you're my only reader.
Fam damily.
I read it religiously. I'll link it to my blog when I create it. I'm already composing posts in my head. I just have to think of a good name.
See, I think you should do what I did and decide that you have an hour to create your blog. And then publish it (as it is) after an hour.
Of course, then you can try to fix all your mistakes (at your leisure) before anyone notices.
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