Knights in ghetto armor
Feb. 27th, 2002 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpBecause it was the coldest day of the season, my car battery decided to die. It started this morning, never giving the hint that something was wrong, never giving the inclination that trouble was brewing.
When I went to my car after my two groups at Whitehall Yearling High School, bzzzt, thanks for playing, it was dead. I went back to the OWE room and asked one of the teachers if she had jumper cables. Before I could say any more, two of the boys from the group were getting their coats, and Mrs. Smith was going out to her car to get the cables. Ricky and Chris were already on the move, but Chris stopped to ask me in the condescending 'girls don't know about cars' way, "Did you leave your lights on?"
"No, Chris, I didn't even /have/ my lights on."
Anyway, Chris proceeds to push my car-in-neutral across the WYHS parking lot toward the student lot, where Ricky brought his car over and jumped my battery. YAY! Then I was off to Reynoldsburg Junior High School for Divorce Group. After group, of course, it was dead again. Yay. This time, though, I called AAA instead of bugging teachers, because I don't know them as well. I got another jump, went to Auto Zone, and got a brand-spanking-new battery that a man installed for me in the frigid air, while I stood in the warmer foyer talking to my girl on the phone.
Yay. Of course, that was an hour when I was planning to read for school. Poo. Now I have more to read tonight. And laundry to do, in the freezing cold weather. Ick!
But when Ricky and Chris were helping me out today, I couldn't help but think what great guys they are, even though people don't think so. You see, OWE stands for Occupational Worker Experience, and it's the program that gives kids who would drop out of school credits for having a job. And so they're the often ignored at WYHS, the looked down upon. They are counting down the days (62) until graduation just like all of the other seniors, but no one really cares about them.
The day I was supposed to meet Ricky, the first day of his group, he was being taken away in handcuffs for fighting a kid, and when the kid had fallen down nearly unconscious, Ricky had kicked him square in the face, breaking his nose. This same boy went out in the cold to drive his car over and jump my battery. Chris, who makes gay jokes to get under my skin, pushed my car halfway across a high school. All he said was, "Wow, that was quite a workout."
Thanks, Ricky and Chris. I think I will bring them something next Wednesday, a candy bar or something, for taking the time and doing that for me. Sure, I could have called AAA there, too, but they wanted to do it. And it was /cold/. And even though the WYHS administration doesn't think they're worth the paper their diplomas will be printed on, I do. Thanks, guys.
When I went to my car after my two groups at Whitehall Yearling High School, bzzzt, thanks for playing, it was dead. I went back to the OWE room and asked one of the teachers if she had jumper cables. Before I could say any more, two of the boys from the group were getting their coats, and Mrs. Smith was going out to her car to get the cables. Ricky and Chris were already on the move, but Chris stopped to ask me in the condescending 'girls don't know about cars' way, "Did you leave your lights on?"
"No, Chris, I didn't even /have/ my lights on."
Anyway, Chris proceeds to push my car-in-neutral across the WYHS parking lot toward the student lot, where Ricky brought his car over and jumped my battery. YAY! Then I was off to Reynoldsburg Junior High School for Divorce Group. After group, of course, it was dead again. Yay. This time, though, I called AAA instead of bugging teachers, because I don't know them as well. I got another jump, went to Auto Zone, and got a brand-spanking-new battery that a man installed for me in the frigid air, while I stood in the warmer foyer talking to my girl on the phone.
Yay. Of course, that was an hour when I was planning to read for school. Poo. Now I have more to read tonight. And laundry to do, in the freezing cold weather. Ick!
But when Ricky and Chris were helping me out today, I couldn't help but think what great guys they are, even though people don't think so. You see, OWE stands for Occupational Worker Experience, and it's the program that gives kids who would drop out of school credits for having a job. And so they're the often ignored at WYHS, the looked down upon. They are counting down the days (62) until graduation just like all of the other seniors, but no one really cares about them.
The day I was supposed to meet Ricky, the first day of his group, he was being taken away in handcuffs for fighting a kid, and when the kid had fallen down nearly unconscious, Ricky had kicked him square in the face, breaking his nose. This same boy went out in the cold to drive his car over and jump my battery. Chris, who makes gay jokes to get under my skin, pushed my car halfway across a high school. All he said was, "Wow, that was quite a workout."
Thanks, Ricky and Chris. I think I will bring them something next Wednesday, a candy bar or something, for taking the time and doing that for me. Sure, I could have called AAA there, too, but they wanted to do it. And it was /cold/. And even though the WYHS administration doesn't think they're worth the paper their diplomas will be printed on, I do. Thanks, guys.
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Date: 2002-02-27 04:10 pm (UTC)And I'm listenin gto Joydrop too... creepy...
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Date: 2002-02-27 06:50 pm (UTC)I haven't changed a tire since I was 16 years old. I wonder if I still know how to do it. It would be a shame to be a Big Scary LesbianTM and not be able to change my own damned tire.
Now I just need to learn how to change my own oil. Woot!
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Date: 2002-02-27 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-02-28 08:21 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2002-02-28 11:32 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm a flake...
Re: Yeah, I'm a flake...
Date: 2002-02-28 11:33 am (UTC)