It’s September and that means that all three of us girls are back in school; Saeb in Kindergarten, Re settling into first grade and me back amongst the teenagers, ugh.
I plod along taking classes every semester with the knowledge that just before my 13 semesters of financial aid run out I will be granted a Bachelor’s Degree and a teaching license. I don’t mind the classes or the work; I truly enjoy the professors and the subject matter. What I cannot stand is this generation of young adults. I have spent the last 4 years immersed in a pool of spoiled, self-entitled brats.
I will not rant.
It has rained here for the last two days and I am glad, we need it.
It is in this kind of weather that I begin to understand trench foot, because I watch these kids walk around in the rain with no umbrellas, in jeans soaked to the knees and sneakers that look like they haven’t been dry in 6 months. It almost makes me forgive them for dirty flip-flop feet – GROSS! At least the flip-flop wearers will get clean feet and avoid the rot.
I steered clear of foot nastiness by wearing these inside my sensible shoes.
Night Blooming Sweetpeas in a OoaK colorway of Franklin on size 2 needles.
The Hubby wrote this a few years ago and it STILL makes me laugh, that last paragraph! – especially this time of year. I’m off to read 30 pages of this. Enjoy.