END; School Zone
Remember back in Elementary School how the teacher would call roll? Every time, some people would say "here", some would say "present" (those were the show-offs) and then every class had the one clown who would say "president" instead of "present". Did any of you have one of those kids? I know pretty much all of my early classes had that guy. And we'd all roll our eyes at his corny joke, but we'd laugh too. And he'd do it every day. We never thought it was old though...there's no way for the joke to lose its cleverness when it was never clever in the first place, right?
I wonder where that guy is now. Mind you, I've encountered many "president" guys throughout my life, so I suppose I mean where that archetype is now. What's he up to? Is he a class clown still, mocking the teacher but being charming enough to get away with it? Or is he now a quiet, withdrawn kid, indistinguishable from how he was?
I can't say, of course. I really don't know. Sometimes, when I'm at the mall or something, I just like to watch little kids run around doing stupid but important kid stuff and wonder where they're going. I suppose that sounds kind of pedophilic, but I really don't mean it that way. I just like to figure out what kind of kid they are, and what they're going to be doing in about ten years. Somedays, it's sad. I see them as twisted, corrupted shades of their former innocence. But the reason it doesn't get me down is that I'm probably not right. We can't look at a kid and figure out where they're going. Only they know where they're going, if even that. And sometimes all they're doing is chasing some pigeon around a fountain. And I guess that's okay too.
I'd like to go back to my Elementary school sometime soon. No reason...I'd just like to walk around and see how things look. I bet it'll seem so tiny. But when we have a standard like that that never changes, it lets us see how we've changed.
Little kids are pretty cool, when you think about it.
I wonder where that guy is now. Mind you, I've encountered many "president" guys throughout my life, so I suppose I mean where that archetype is now. What's he up to? Is he a class clown still, mocking the teacher but being charming enough to get away with it? Or is he now a quiet, withdrawn kid, indistinguishable from how he was?
I can't say, of course. I really don't know. Sometimes, when I'm at the mall or something, I just like to watch little kids run around doing stupid but important kid stuff and wonder where they're going. I suppose that sounds kind of pedophilic, but I really don't mean it that way. I just like to figure out what kind of kid they are, and what they're going to be doing in about ten years. Somedays, it's sad. I see them as twisted, corrupted shades of their former innocence. But the reason it doesn't get me down is that I'm probably not right. We can't look at a kid and figure out where they're going. Only they know where they're going, if even that. And sometimes all they're doing is chasing some pigeon around a fountain. And I guess that's okay too.
I'd like to go back to my Elementary school sometime soon. No reason...I'd just like to walk around and see how things look. I bet it'll seem so tiny. But when we have a standard like that that never changes, it lets us see how we've changed.
Little kids are pretty cool, when you think about it.