School Cool

School Cool

Well now that I'm going to school I learn lots of stuff like letter sounds [that] I don't know.  

    And the thing I like about school is painting time.  Well we can...um...last week when I did school, [after] a little while, when we kept going in, Mrs Hugelier said we were going to try to make skin colors [by mixing paint].  When I tried to make my skin color it didn't turn out to good.  Because I kept using white but when I used the other colors it would turn another color.  The afternoon class started with white instead of yellow, theirs didn't look like real skin colors.  Ours looked like real skin colors.  We are the morning class.  

    And well, when we go out for recess we get to play and there is some stuff that could be dangerous for kids...and I don't know why they are there but it could be dangerous for kids.  Well there's this thing that you can climb on that goes around in a circle...and Emma bonked her head so I know it's dangerous.  I kept my head looking straight, and I think Emma looked down instead.  And that's the only dangerous thing in the play ground.  Oh and the monkey bars, because someone kicked me down and i don't know why because they were swinging their legs.  I haven't really seen any one doing that. I don't know why they did that.  

  Well last time when we went into class we looked up at the board and saw colors and that was our job.  what shape the color was we were supposed to color the shape that color.  

    Well we can learn lots of songs like the “Turkey ran away”, and the sleeping one.  I don't think I can think of any more.  

    Oh but when we do weekends, [I mean] when it's almost Christmas or Thanksgiving...we were going to celebrate by making apple sauce but we didn't because it snowed that day.  Well the snow day didn't have very much snow so I wondered why we couldn't go to school.  We tried to make snow balls but we couldn't.  It was too cold to make snowballs for a long time.  We just went inside and played.  And on thanksgiving, which is today, I built a fort and I built it to protect my eyes from the onions.  

    At PE we can do lots of exercises and we can play volleyball, and the Library (we can't play volleyball in the library), we can listen to books instead and check them out.  Like I checked out cat in the hat once.

    I would rather stay at school.  That's how much I like it.  I like it a lot, so much.  That's all the stuff about school.  That's all of it.

THE END

Mom Tricked Me

Once, my mom tricked me. We were going to school and I noticed we were going the wrong WAY.  Mom was going the wrong way.  


So I told her, "Mom we're going the wrong way".  


I noticed my back pack was heavier.  So I looked in my back pack.  I saw books instead of my lunch. 


I ask her, "Where are we going?"  


Mom said,  "We are going on a date!"


 I asked her,  "Where are we going?"  


"It's a surprise",  Mom said.   


I ate Spaghetti Factory for lunch.  We went to the GREAT WOLF LODGE. We went to the swimming pool. I went on a WATER SLIDE!  It was AWESOME!  I went under a big bucket of water It was cool.  We had burgers for dinner!  And then we had chocolate fondue it had COTTON CANDY, GRAHAM CRACKERS, and CHOCOLATE!  It was AWESOME!  We went on a QUEST!  It had dragons in it!  And it had bears in it!   And a fairy.  I got sick in the end.

   

THE END!    

Tossing Cat

Tossing Cat

Click, the fan catches and turns toward my feet.  Beads of sweat flourish in the resulting stagnation.  The alarm clock glows,  just after one in the morning.  I reach for the bottle of warm water and give the trigger a few squeezes.  The mist mingles with sweat awaiting the return of the fan.  Torpid thoughts attempt to decide if this is doing any good.  Should I just keep the fan pointing at my head?  But I’d have to get up.  I bear the decision made back in lucidity.  The fan turns back toward legs and feet languishing in dead air.  It's hot...really hot.  

Not soon enough, but eventually consciousness fades away into heavy blackness.  Chest gently rising and falling in the stillness...rising and falling...inhaling and exhaling...  I can’t breath in, I panic, my heart races, reflexively I reach toward my face and find a fist full of fur.  I rip it away and hear a thump against the wall.  What’s happening?  My hand goes back to my face sticky with sweat and covered with what? What is this? Cat fur?  I get some in my mouth and try to spit it out.  It’s just after two.  I reach for the spray bottle again, wipe my face on a sheet and close my eyes.   My heart slows, my muscles relax, and my breathing becomes even...in...out...in...out.  I take a deep breath and think, breathing is good. Then a faint thought, floating below the others; I hope TC isn’t hurt.

Sputtering and gasping for air I look up, red eyed at the cat dangling in my clenched fist.  Heart racing I toss the cat savagely toward the far wall.  No satisfying hiss or yowl accompanies  the thwack.  What’s wrong with that cat?  Is it dead?  Do I care?  Well maybe just a little.  My thoughts drift from anger and suffocation slowly toward stillness.  Breathing...I’m still breathing...that’s good...sleep is good...

Arrrghh! I awake screaming.  Whack, the cat slides down the wall.  Again!  I get up and go for the grab expecting it to run.  It doesn’t.  it just walks toward me with a meow. I pick it up by the back of its neck and walk quickly over to the open window and chuck it.  Head, tail, head, tail it flies though the night from the third floor game-room where I’m staying this summer.  I don’t bother to watch if it ever pulls out of the spin.  I don’t listen for the splat.  I don’t let myself wonder if that was a good idea.  I’m already in bed.  It’s not as hot.  It’s after three.  I half-pull a sheet over myself.  The fan clicks and whirs.  Wind blows across my face.  I fall asleep.

In memory of TC (Tossing Cat)

Aaron 2010

For history’s sake I’ll mention, in footnote, that this was not the demise of TC.  By lucky coincidence of proximity, the window that TC was thrown from was above Mom and Dad’s deck.  TC probably pulled out of the spin and landed only one story down.  I don’t even think that was the last time I tossed TC that night.  I remember still being awake when next TC jumped up on the bed, and vaguely remember reluctantly closing the windows to get, at least, a few hours of sleep.