Semi-daily tales so that you can empathize with me and feel better about yourself.
Primus: What are you doing here? Don’t you want to go somewhere with your degree?
Me: I can’t go anywhere without any money! I have to save up some money.
Primus: Well, you just take your year and find yourself. You know how people find themselves after college. I bet you’re just trying to find yourself.
I have lots of stories that will make you feel better about your own life. To start our blog adventure, I won’t pick on any of my friends. Instead, I’ll pick on my family:
Time frame on this one, I was in the 5th grade, my older sister was in the 7th grade, and my younger sister was 5 years younger than me— still in a car seat. This was very early on in the school year.
My older sister, Kristin, had just started at this new school. She was the new girl… and she played the saxophone. I bet you can tell where I’m going with this. She was not necessarily the coolest. Don’t get me wrong, she is super cool now, but at the time, cool was not on the radar.
My mom was working incredibly hard at her job, a job she still maintains at the infamous City of Faith. (I will bring City of Faith up quite often, it is imperative that you read every story that involves City of Faith because it will be priceless. It will now be referred to as COF)
We appreciated every minute of it, but she was incredibly busy. On this particular day, there was a crisis at COF. When she picked me up from my elementary school in Little Rock, she was on the phone. By the time we got to my older sister’s campus, she was still on the phone. The amount of panic being generated in the drivers seat created a forcefield of sheer terror that permeated everything within three miles.
We pull up to the school. We see Kristin come towards the car. She opened the back of the car to put aforementioned saxophone in. She shut the trunk door. My mom thinks that Kristin has gotten into the car. My mother proceeds to drive away. Kandace, who I think was four years old at this point, starts screaming “She’s in the back, she’s in the back!” Myself, snickering in the front seat, watching my older sister run/flail after the car in front of all of these new kids that she’s trying to impress… said nothing.
Mom says, “Hush, Kandace, I’m on the phone! I know she’s in the back. —How was your day, sweetie?”
I, of course, being witty say, “Just fine!”
Mom says, “Katie, you know I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Kristin.”
I say, “Well, that’s interesting, because she’s not in the car.”
Mom immediately stops the car, this gives Kristin a chance to catch up. Kristin finally makes it back to the car, takes a deep breath, then simply says, “Hello?”
The end.
