Mini decided to hop in the car and drive with me the hour and a half round trip to drop off the dreamy loaner car (that I will miss dearly) and pick up our car that I wasn't sure I would recognize since they had it for 2 entire months.
Mini swore she had a ton of reading to do for school. She'd read while I drove. Um, we talked most of the time. It was DE-light-FUL. Not gonna lie.
The car place had called the day before to say: "I think we have your Kia." When I said, "Oh, do you? I was starting to wonder." The guy told my wiseass-self that if I decided to come late, the sales team would get me the car vs the service guys. He said the sales team was there till 8.
The sales team acted as if I was asking to pick up my space ship. They were all: "Huh? Hey Mindy, where's Mork?"
|This was a nice car. It had some get-up-and-go. It also had satellite radio that was educating me, as in "Oh, that song was from the 70s" - while listening to the 70s station. Curly thought after all this time we should just keep this car.|
Mini whispered something to me about how this was looking grim. I assured her I was armed with all of the car dealership brothers' cell numbers (I potty trained most of these brothers in my teenage babysitting years, so you can say I have an in) and these dudes were gonna hand over my car in a hurry or it was gonna get ugly.
I spelled it out to those-who-never-saw-the-memo about customers coming late to pick up fixed cars: "Last name Shenanigan. Kia Sorrento. 2012. You've had the car for 2 months. YES, I did receive a call that the car was done." SIGH.
They found our car, complete with the Costco cases of water and napkins I bought for the Aug. grad party - the things that no one ever unloaded. Plus half of Lad's wardrobe in the backseat and at least 3 of his chargers, or 3 of his family member's chargers seeing as he had sticky fingers when it came to chargers.
Somehow on our drive, Mini and I reviewed some of my not-so-finer moments that sort of makes my intelligence seem questionable. This probably started with me saying, don't you have to get your homework done (while mopping my sweaty brow thinking I had contributed to her academic delinquency by dragging her in the car)?
Mini: OH, I GOT THIS (waves hand at the book/notes she brought but was now ignoring). WHAT KIND OF STUDENT WERE YOU?
Me: Um, early on I had a few academic hiccups.
She wanted details. Mini is very bright and I only felt slightly dopey for admitting my shortcomings.
1. It took me years to learn to tell time. I don't think my folks ever checked that I caught on to the concept in 2nd grade. They were probably busy praising the shit out of my brilliant siblings (brain-iacs Marie and Pat, the other two were more like me - smart, but regular smart. I was sandwiched between the two kids who might cry at dinner if they only got a 97% on their honors physics test. Please). Mini was like, HUH? Realizing I missed some major concept, I was super grateful for digital clocks.
I once got called on to tell the 2nd grade teacher the time from my 'I can see the clock, but she couldn't' vantage point. The whole class was gathered at her feet as she read us a story and I was sitting farthest back in the circle. It was the end of the day and she wondered if it was time to get our coats, etc. I told her something ridiculous like 6:25 instead of 2:55 - in front of the entire class. So, that wasn't embarrassing.
2. In third grade I still couldn't tell my right from my left. A girl named Monica tried to teach me one day. She showed me how to make an 'L' with my thumb and forefinger. I told Mini that even this hint still didn't always help me because I thought they both LOOKED like an 'L'.
Mini convulsed here, slapping the dashboard gasping for air: WAIT, SO YOU WERE DISLEXIC?
Me: No, I wasn't. But I struggled.
3. I was such a slow reader that the teachers were dumbfounded. The 6th grade teacher told my folks at conferences that she noticed that I moved my mouth during silent reading time. They asked me to stop doing that. Well, that was hard. Still slow at reading to this day.
I was in the Great Books program. Anyone else do that at your school? It was enrichment reading, or gifted, etc. I couldn't have been included in it if I was illiterate, so that's a relief because I think it offers some context to my reading issues. Certainly not extreme.
Ali at Bibliomama DID recently point out that I used debauchery in place of debacle though. Proving, always room for improvement.
My good friend, Chris's mom was the Great Books leader in like 7th and maybe even 8th grade. There were about 10 of us who left regular reading to meet Chris's mom in the Annex. Chris always scurried ahead so she could get the seat next to her mom in our little circle, as if anyone else was dying to sit next to her mom. Chris was all ass-kissy and goodie-two-shoes-ish about having her mom there.
She was my friend, but at this point in junior high it was uncool to be excited when your mom volunteered at school. I know this, my mom was a substitute teacher. I opted to keep my enthusiasm in check. I mean we WERE the goodie-goodie girls and all, but let's not live up to our title or anything.
4. Even now: I am going to confess right here that my adult self CANNOT spell the word 'exercise'. I just can't. Thank you spell check.
I dreaded having to drive to the middle of nowhere to get that dang Kia with it's new engine but weak-ass breaks. Having Mini there to laugh her ass off at my ineptness was seriously pure joy. Now that you get our frame of mind, you might grasp the post from the other day a bit better. We could NOT stop laughing at poor Coach.
What academic concepts did you struggle with? Don't leave me hanging out here feeling like the only dummy.