One of the hazards of living close to your school

It’s not really a hazard, and not a problem, but since I transferred schools last year, the main shopping district, with  Walmart, and Target in it, is now common ground for my shopping and the students from my school.  It’s always funny to run into kids outside of the school context.  They look at you like you are an alien or something.  They just don’t know what to think when they see you someplace else.  Like I live at school or something.  Like teachers don’t have a life…….OK, maybe we don’t, but we are allowed out once in awhile……

Anyway, my granddaughter had her 7th birthday party Saturday at Pistol Pete’s Pizza Parlor.  While there I ran into one of my students.  THE student.  The one that makes my life the most interesting, this year.  You know, the one who’s goal and mission in life seems to be to make me crazy.  Her mom says the same thing, so it’s not just me.  Her little sister is in preschool at our school and I have tried to trade, but the preschool teacher won’t even talk to me about it.  Little sister is NOT like my little darling.  And little sister was having a birthday party too.

So the kid from my class kept swinging by to check me and our party out.  Apparently she didn’t get enough of me last week at school.  After she hit me up for arcade tokens (of which I had none),  I asked her how many kids were at her sister’s party.  She gave it some thought and finally said she didn’t know.  She then looked at our party and said, “I don’t know how many, but they are all black…..”  Because clearly, the kids at my granddaughter’s  party were not.

Kids.