Pony: Switching schools
1.14.2005
I am very bummed out, because yesterday I went to get my student from downstairs, only to have the popular twins come up to me and say:
"She switched schools!"
What?
They played with their hair, and repeated: "yeah, she is going to another school now".
Switching schools when I was a kid was always like that. You never got a chance to say goodbye to the kids you had built up complicated networks of loyalties with. Just one day - poof - you were in a new school.
Kind of felt like being kidnapped.
With your favourite clothes. That freaked-out back-of-the-neck feeling. The purgatory of the lunch hour.
Things I learned from the student:
If you like a boy, claim: "He's rude!" Then push him against the wall when you pass him.
Also, kids have developed a whole new language with Instant Messenger that I could not begin to imitate.
You can learn a lot from 12 year old girls.
Next week I get assigned a boy.
