Back to School

School started here today and it brought back a flood of memories. Oh how I hated going back but I loved those new protractors and compasses. Which leads me to the question. Did anybody actually use those death spikes(compass)? Anyway I digress. I vividly remember one morning waiting for the bus. We were the first kids to get picked up so the bus came around 7am. One brisk morning my brother and I were waiting for the bus and decided to huck crab apples at one another. The fighting became intense and I wanted to chuck another handful before retreating. I emptied my arsenal and began to run away. I took a few steps backward gaining momentum with the intent on turning around and running for my life. Just as I turned around, I was greeted be a family friend. A telephone pole. I smacked that thing so hard with my face it left slivers in my nose. I screamed as if the Titanic was going down but nobody came to my aid. My brother just stood there either in shock or amusement(what a butt). I clenched my face and made a mad dash inside. My mother was so kind. First she yelled at me for such tomfoolery. Then she grabbed the rustiest tweezer known to men and became a battlefield surgeon. In the back of my mind I thought that I was going to be able to stay home from school. Oh how young and naive was I. The roar of the bus could be heard down the road and my mom made it very clear that if I missed the bus I was walking to school(super idea having a 10 year old thumb a ride to school 12 miles away). She shoved me out the door with a bandaid in my hand to told me to bandage myself on the bus. Such love. I don't recall much else from that day but I'll bet my school chums gave me quite the grief over my shenanigans.

PS
I don't blame my mom for pawning my off on the Cassia County School District bus no. 79-3. If I was her I would have done the same thing. I was quite the ruffian.