I haven’t had an ear infection since I was eight, but today, this juvenile ailment decided to rear its ugly head. I am feeling bitter about this.
I am also feeling bitter at my bank, who up and decided to change my debit card number last month. This has made automatic withdrawals quite the bear. I have been calling every financial institution I can think of in order to fix my accounts with them, and have taken to hitting zero repeatedly once I get to the menu voice mail, just to get to a “representative” more quickly. I hate automated answering machines… although I do find myself more able to yell angry witticisms at the telephone when I know it’s not going to answer back. The release is pretty cathartic.
I was driving to school today, and I had a thought……. and then I lost it. It was brilliant, and I was excited about it, and now it’s gone.
Today there was a book fair at my school. There was a book for sale about the girl from Columbine who was murdered when she confessed to believing in God. I told my sixth graders about it, and they all looked at me with wide eyes, like I was telling them a secret that everyone else had already been told. It was crazy; I felt like a foreign correspondent from the past.
Two hours later, I came to realize that my eighth graders have never lived, in any sort of real consciousness, in an America before 9/11. They were looking at a book about the woman who received one of the phone calls from a passenger when they had been overtaken, and they were making jokes about it. I couldn’t believe their insensitivity, until it occurred to me that when 9/11 took place, these kids were four years old. 9/11 was never a shock to them; they have never lived in a world without intensive security checks at the airport or Al Quida threats on Fox News. It makes me wonder what exactly happened right before I was born, or when I was too little to understand, that rocked the rest of our nation and world. I should look into that.
I should also look into finding some medicine for my left ear.