Reflectional morningSTAR....

For some odd reason, I’m feeling very nostalgic at this point. I don’t know if it’s my pending 25th berfday or something else. Right now though I’m thinking about my family and the state we’re in.
See, this past summer, the baby of the family graduated from high school. Good, great, grand. But go back and read that first sentence. The baby graduated. I speak not in shock of her graduation. But of the fact that the baby is done. I mean, these people have had an impact on our collective lives since 1987.
I can’t recall my first day of kindergarten in the late summer of that year. But I do remember some of the next few years on the playground at E-Town Elementary. I remember the jump ropes. I remember the games of tag. I remember the days we were give footballs to toss around. I remember the kids I was with. i remember the fights I got in, first on my own then with or because of my brother.
He and I had a couple years together of elementary school. But that was it. after that, each of us were on our own. Well not really. We used to share a room and I was such a bitch. We used to fight every morning, mainly cuz I’m a moody bitch – and still am. My baby sister and I never got to share a school building. I moved on to 6th grade when she was three years old. So I can’t tell you about us walking up the hill from the school to our house. Or fucking with the crossing guard on 6th St. (I wonder if she’s still alive. Follow up: I wonder if the old man who drove my bus in middle school is still alive. IDK which was more crotchety. I think they’re tied.)
What I can tell you about both of their educational careers though, is that I always used them as an excuse. After I graduated, I relished the chance to go pick one of them up at school. I loved talking with my old teachers – well two at least. I guess it was a cushion for me. I felt that they understood me. They would get that I was the kid who had to go because I outgrew the pond when I was like 5. I needed the ocean. But I also needed to swim back into the pond every now and then.
Part of that feels like it’s gone for me. Not that I had been taking advantage over the last couple years that I’ve been working. But it was there. plus, I’d go see Chee Chee playing ball and act like the cool older brother. BIG emphasis on the act part. But it was fun being the cool older guy coming back to impart wisdom on the kids. Kinda like a drunken Moses returning to the mountaintop to teach the white kids what ‘joder’ means. Random things of that ilk.
Well in the coming days, she’ll start at a Penn State satellite campus not too far from home. It’s the one everyone referred to as EF 13th grade (EF being the name of our school district). There’s nothing wrong with that, she’s just gotta figure out her ish. Morty is starting a new chapter too. He’s going to start at Pitt’s main campus this fall. He just moved out the house and into his first apartment. I’ve been to neither of those places before. No one knows me as the psycho who came first. I’m just some random chubby white kid with a baseless pimp walk who talks funny.