Dear Bethany,
Hi. Thanksgiving was great!
Guess what happened today? We were in D.A.R.E (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) and we were putting skit things together when Connor goes to Fred "He looks like HE'S on drugs!" Even though Fred is a jerk, I still felt bad for him.
Fred, of the elastic-waisted jeans and I had a common enemy: Connor.
I do find it interesting that teachers never seem to get involved in these Connor-related fall outs. Where are they during all this? Telling someone they look like they're on drugs when they are ten years old seems like a pretty large offense.
This is the most sympathy I have handed out thus far. I am relieved to know I actually exhibited signs of caring for other human beings. And god knows I wouldn't actually ASSOCIATE with Fred-- but I would secretly pity him.
This is the entire entry that day, which means someone else's hurt feelings were the biggest event of my day. Which is nice, if severely lacking in actual courage.
On a side note, the D.A.R.E. officer who was working this day (and every day) was Officer Mayo. (I think thats right. That could have just been our snarky nickname for him. I can't seem to remember). The same Officer Mayo would six years later be the officer on duty when I wrecked my car in a snow storm. And he remembered me from our D.A.R.E. days together. sigh.
