Fabulous Fred of Floyd (www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com -- I can't make the link work) has a linguistic moment this morning, wonders who out here in Etherland grew up with druthers. I most emphatically did, which proves druthers are not entirely a Southern phenomenon, as I was raised by people from Canada, South Dakota, and Iowa, none of which are in the South as far as I know. But maybe I'm the one who has it on backwards because every time I read Faulkner, I think how Southern (in the Faulknerish sense) my family is--so many of the same twitches and compulsions that cause inward growth and general backed-upness.
So anyway, if I had my druthers today, I would not be sitting here in the dark (except for the screen) in my undies with a wet towel on my head at 6AM. I would not be on my way to my new substitute teaching gig. I would be on my way to part of it, but not all of it. The part I would not be on my way to:
Me, trying to make self heard by 40 11th-graders: . . . then turn to page . . . Jose, please don't talk while I'm talking.
Jose: I wasn't, Miss! It was HIM! I dident do nothing!
Me to Jose: Just pipe down, please, Jose.
Jose: You're a racist!
Me to class: Who's the racist here?
Class: HIM!
If anyone's wondered where I've been, the past few days, that's where.
If I had my druthers, I would have 20 kids in that class, not 40.
Actually, if I had my REAL druthers, it would be Saturday, so I could lie on the couch and read Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right, by my hero Al Franken. Fortunately, here as in the South, tomorrow is another day: Saturday!
Fiddledee-dee! Go get'em, Scahlet.
Posted by: fredf | September 29, 2003 at 06:25 AM
I had my druthers, I'd never have to go to work except when I felt like it and I'd be able to sleep as long as I wanted while the world waited in freeze frame for me.
Posted by: Da Goddess | October 02, 2003 at 10:08 PM