Friday, October 21, 2011

Part of Chapter 2 - Recess

Finally, it was time for recess. That day Chuckie just couldn't get into playing games with all of the other kids because of his shiny red nose, no, because he was befuddled by a meaning. It was likely misunderstood, but still we must see what Miss. H. says.

Chuckie approached his teacher who was eating an apple while watching a group of idiots see if it was cold enough for their tongues to stick to a pole yet. "Hiya, Miss. Hississippie!" Chuckie exclaimed disturbing the reflective waters that she was sinking into. Somewhat startled she responded, "Hi Charles, how are you?"
He smiled and nodded while he answered, "Doing fine. You can see my breath, huh?
"Yes, I can. Do you understand the science of it?"
"Of course, I do. But, I have another question for you."
"Ask away. I've been preparing answers all of my life for just such an occasion."
"Oh, goodie!" then Chuck began, "You know how that girl came into our class yesterday and said she was Timothy's Brother?"
"Yes, I recall that we all tried not to laugh. But, it was funny."
"Well, Is that alot like recess?"
"You mean using the proper external gestures, as dictated by situation?"
"Ummm... Huh?"
"It can be like recess in our classroom if we let ourselves behave in a way that we do when we are outside."
"No. I meant like brothers and sisters. You said something about it being inappropriate something or other. The relationship is called recess."
"Oh! I see." Rather embarassed at the misunderstanding, coupled with the akwardness of the topic, she choked on a piece of apple. Then, she cleared her throat and explained that it wasn't really like that at all. "The word you are thinking of is not Recess it is Incest." Her mind threw up a road block sign that told her such a topic was inappropriate at any situation. Still, it was asked and was a true teaching moment, the sort of thing she was dedicated to...

Sometimes, things that seemed inappropriate were merely misunderstood themselves. Maybe this could be the moral of her explination/definition. There was no avoiding it though, she was being forced to navigate waters for which she was not prepared.

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