Wednesday - November 24, 2010
Well, our 13-year-old daughter has finally reached the point where we have to start looking at high schools. Since my wife, for the most part, attended a private parochial school, our kids were going to have that same advantage. I don’t know what that says about me - Mr. Joe Public School.
Anyway, one of the schools she was interested in had an open house this past Sunday. Since it matters not what I think, I dropped mother and daughter off at the school.
What I didn’t expect was that I’d be waiting for nearly two hours. I drove to the nearest Coffee, Bean and Tea Leaf to get an iced coffee. Then I drove back to the school parking lot and waited, nursing that iced coffee. Near the end of my wait, I removed the straw and lid from the cup.
In trying to get at the ice to chew on, I tapped the lip of the cup to the front of my bottom teeth in an effort to jar it loose. Like a mini avalanche it all came tumbling out over my cheeks with iced coffee spilling out all over the front of my white shirt. I got out of the car to look for a bathroom.
Apparently the open house was letting out and I found myself walking against the flow of participants. I spotted my wife and daughter and walked toward them. Just as I was about to ask my daughter how it went, she breezed right past me as though she didn’t know who I was.
I’m sure it was because I looked like I was lying face down in a sewer, but when I exclaimed to my wife, “Can you believe that she just ignored me?” she also walked past me like I was invisible. I guess I just proved the difference between attending public and private school.
Christina Tyler Wenks sent in the site for the Mauli Ola Foundation, which raises money and awareness to bring the best surfers in the world to teach children with cystic fibrosis and genetic lung-impairing conditions how to surf: mauliola.org
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