Big Kid has an earlier class than I do, so I have a free period on Mondays and Wednesdays.
I'm really enjoying this time, because it gives me a chance to finish up any last minute schoolwork, review my notes, or even read a novel.
I've been taking advantage of the glorious end-of-summer weather and sitting out in "The Quad"---an open area with benches and picnic tables. Students congregate there to smoke, chat and soak up the sun between classes.
The other day, I was at a table reviewing my math (which is becoming the bane of my existence---I STILL have dreams of numbers chasing me!), when two lovely young ladies sat on a nearby bench.
I'm one of those people who think all young people are lovely in their own way, and during these last few weeks, I've come to really appreciate the earnestness and enthusiasm with which many of these students approach their learning in these formative years.
It brings back a lot of memories, and makes me feel so---uh---jaded.
I surreptitiously admired the way the sun accented the contrast of the girls' long hair---one nearly white blond, the other dark with red highlights.
Since we were the only people in the quad, it was difficult not to overhear parts of their conversation. I wasn't deliberately trying to eavesdrop, mind you, but math is so mind-numbingly BORING that my thoughts were wandering.
The tiny, angelic-looking blond said to her friend, "I'm not going to be in class tomorrow afternoon. Could I borrow your notes after?"
Brunette: Sure. Anything wrong?
Blond: "No, I just have to make an appearance in court."
Brunette: Traffic ticket?
Blond: "An assault case."
Brunette: Wow, you witnessed an assault?
Blond: "No, the charges are against me. My friend's dad wouldn't let her go out, so I smashed a rock in his face."
I got busy looking busy.