Beauty in the day: it’s that recurring article that keeps showing up on FB about women with abundantly proportioned behinds and the correlation they have to the intelligence of the children that they produce. I knew, I just KNEW that someday I would find affirmation for this, and better yet, it’s apparently TRUE. I say this because I have hecka-smart kids. Not sure what the scientific correlation is to their great beauty as I don’t have an article for that, so going with my gut: it’s a God-thing.
Beauty in the day: a day that started with a remembrance of a special little boy I once knew as a student at my previous school, and ended in a remembrance of a man I never knew, whose life was played out on a movie screen by Bradley Cooper. I find it both extremely odd and supremely amazing that Clint Eastwood could make me feel the loss of a soldier I never knew in a similar way that I still feel the loss of one beautiful young boy that I did. ❤️
She came in with a pass from her teacher.”I’m here to see Miss Brooks.”
“Miss Brooks is not here today.”
“Yes! My teacher gave me a pass! That means I am supposed to see Miss Brooks!”
“Well, except that Miss Brooks is not here today. She doesn’t work on Thursdays.”
“But, I have a pass!”
“Hmmm…I’m sorry. I guess your teacher didn’t remember that Miss Brooks is not here today.”
“That just doesn’t even make sense! – What about Mr. Mike?”
“Mr. Mike is gone for the day.”
“What? I saw him today! He is here!”
“Well, he WAS here, but now he is at Woodridge.”
“But, I have a pass, and that means I am supposed to come TODAY! If I get a pass, then it means today. I was supposed to come at 11:00, but now it is 1:00, so I can see Mr. Mike.”
…Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re all thinking that I am going to give this girl a rose and send her skipping to class with a smile. I tried. I did. But that little pixie was having none of it. So, I went the only other direction there was. I stooped down and gave her a very level look. “The bottom line is, that neither Miss Brooks nor Mr. Mike are here. You can bring me 5 passes, and I will still say the same thing. You’ll have to go back to class, and come back tomorrow.” She stared back for a beat or two, then wheeled around on her heel and left with a loud snuffle, and a small wail. She walked out, muttering all the way. I watched her heading back down the hall to class…getting sidetracked by something in the Library…waving at someone coming from the other direction….yeah, she was going to be just fine.