Up the Wall and Into a House

Right now I'm waiting for a girl to finish a make-up test. So I will write something.

I had a funny moment today in my study hall. I have a study hall of about 45 sophomores in the main gym. Sometimes they sit on the bleachers. Sometimes on the floor. I sit in a metal folding chair and grade...and talk to them.

Today one girl needed help writing notes for an in-class essay. The essay centered around Robert Frost's poem "Mending Wall." I helped the girl a few minutes then retreated back to my chair to keep grading. A minute later, she shouted, "Mrs. Longfield! What's "abreast" mean?

"Oppressed?"

"No. Abreast."

By then everyone was staring at her, so I walked back over and peered at her copy of the poem. "Oh. Abreast," I said. "It means side by side."

"I know," a boy piped in. "That's why we call them breasts."

"Thanks, Bill," I said.

We all had a good laugh.

On a different note, Evan and I have been discussing what we want to do when our lease is up.

1 bedroom apartment + 1 puppy = crazy pent-up energy

We really need a yard. Should we buy a house? Or rent a house? How long do we want to stay in San Antonio? I could see us being here for....well, forever. But will we? What if Evan and I really do go to grad school?

For now, we like our apartment complex and almost everyone has a dog.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring.