the internet at my house has been broken since sunday night. as brody puts it, “that would be the end of the world for me.”
brody, as you might now be wondering, is the 4th grader i’m seated next to right now in my mom’s classroom. an astute little 4th grade observer, he has summed up my distress at having to be in this classroom with 32 little kids.
seriously, imagine my face as red as can be and that is how it is. there’s so many of them! one of them just asked if my tattoos were real! inquisitive! argh! i’m freaking out!
sadly, i really had to come here today and do school stuff as i’ve already missed out on 2 online meetings with my library class discussion group and i had to take a quiz today for the class before the deadline. i did get full points for the reaction paper i wrote for my other library class a couple weeks ago. A+, suckers. my streak of always getting perfect on the first paper of a class holds. we shall see if i manage a B on the next one and maintain that streak as well.
my mom is now reading a story to them for 15 minutes before they go off to music class. brody is reading his own book on the weird and wonderful. pay attention, brat!
the main character of mom’s book just died while an owl hooted her name. this book is incredibly stupid sounding. at the close, the kids are all, “she died?!” “who died?!” “she was only 17 summers old!”
kids, get used to it. you’re going to die.
I like Brody even better because he’s reading his own book. and because he’d die without the internet.
Maybe your site can become as popular among elementary school students as mine is among high schoolers. High schoolers, if you’re reading this, you are also going to die.
I sat here for a full minute staring at the first sentence, thinking “brody? who is brody? does she mean adam brody? but usually she references him by his full name, reverently: adam brody. when did she get so casual about adam brody? did he do something stupid on the o.c. or whatever teen show he’s haunting these days?” then, on to the next sentence and I am a doof.
also, it isn’t the first sentence, it’s the first line. you’d have to be some kind of nerdy lit major to tell the difference though, right?