I am a wimp at heart. I know it. There will never be a movie made about me recounting my bravery in the face of evil, or my ability to confront the “MAN” without fear or trembling. I like to smooth things over, make everyone feel happy and good about themselves. I may speak without thinking, but it isn’t because I’m brave, it’s because I don’t think! If I actually thought about what I was going to say, I would measure my words carefuly, and everything would come out sounding educated, refined, and elloquent.
With that said, I have to go face my son’s teacher tomorrow. I know in my mind I am making a much bigger deal about it all, but I can’t help but hear the theme from “Gunsmoke” playing… (do I have the show right? correct me if I’m wrong. you know…. the ooo-eee-ooo-eee-ooooooo…… Wah- wah-wah…….. ooo-eee-ooo-eee-ooo…. Wah- Wah- Wah……. that one,) in the background of my mind as a tumbleweed blows past the classroom door. I walk in, legs slightly apart, hands eagerly and anxiously hovering near my gun holsters, dust lightly falling off my worn leather boots. My large hat shadows the steel in my eyes as I stand silhouetted in the doorway. I picture myself slowly ambling in, calm,….. collectedly resolute in my purpose.
Ok, enough with the crap. What is really going to happen is I will take my husband in as my armor, and I will let him deal with it. I may interject a few words, but it will probably be him that tells her we will be moving Eason to another class, it will be him that actually vocalizes the fact that she is not a good teacher. I will probably try to validate her feelings, or some psychological crap like that. I know myself. In the end, I will be a wimp.
I guess it’s good that I know myself and there will be no surprises.
(p.s. read That Explains Everything from my other blog for something completely different !)
