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Although my classes don't start for another two weeks, I've been chipping away at syllabi, class prep and other school-related stuff since last week. Although I'm sad to cut into my writing time, I enjoy the creative process that both accompanies and feeds this planning and preparing process.
All of this got me to thinking about my characters, so I thought I'd invite them to the porch swing and get their thoughts about school.
First question: Who's ready?
Charli: I am, kinda. I'm not looking forward to homework, but I'm looking forward to seeing my friends. Although there are a couple of people I'll be avoiding.
Bets: I'm not! All those buses mean I have to get up earlier to get to work on time.
Marita: I'm not either. I like having Charli around for the summer.
Charli: Mom, you're not even home during the day!
Marita: Yeah, but...never mind.
Angel: You like knowing she's there? I get that.
Angel: Oh, I loved school!
Bets: Of course you did. You probably got straight A's.
Angel: No, not straight A's....
Bets: Me, I loved school supplies but not school. I liked the whole getting ready part, but I hated that I couldn't get back-to-school clothes like my friends who went to public school. And school itself was boring, which is why I had to make my own fun.
Marita: I hated those uniforms, too. Remember how we tried to personalize them? And then we'd get in trouble for that.
Charli: I can picture that. Did you like school, Mom?
Marita: I did. I was always pretty good at school -- except for the fact that I talked too much -- so that made it tolerable. Until high school, anyway.
Charli: Uh oh.
Marita: You don't need to worry. You're too smart to make the mistakes I did.
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Bets: Drama club.
Charli: No offense, Bets, but isn't that any class you're in?
Bets: Ooh, she's good.
Marita: And drama club isn't a class.
Bets (shrugs): Okay, then. Whatever class had the cutest boys.
Favorite teacher? Or least favorite?
Marita: My favorite teacher was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Stein. My least favorite was Sr. Mary Rose, my 11th grade English teacher.
Bets: I didn't like her either. But I loved my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Evans.
Angel: I loved my kindergarten teacher, too! Miss Garrety.
Charli: I dunno. Mr. Pizzetti's pretty cool, I guess.
Bets: Oh, summer. I'm gonna miss you.
Charli: Yeah. Me too.