Session Six

            This week was the halfway point for us in Mrs. Felton’s class for our “involunteer” hours.  We only need 12 to get an A, I don’t know why people were complaining.  A lot of them have only have one hour logged!  What the crap have they been doing this whole time?  I guess they don’t have a mother to make them go every week.

            Not that I mind.  Like I said, I just wish I wasn’t being forced to do this, ya know?

            I asked her if I could ride my bike to Shady Pines instead of her driving me (it felt so nice outside!) and she looked at me like I had two heads.

            At least she let me roll the windows down.

            On the way she started talking about Jay getting accepted into the grad program at UF and that makes two out of three children with Master’s degrees, and speaking of which, Ethan, even though you’re only fourteen and can’t walk into a building alone, you should really start thinking about potential majors for when you go to college, as it’s never too early to get your life on track!

            By the time I got to Mr. H’s room I was not in a great mood.

            Christa noticed right away and asked what was wrong.  I shrugged, but being know-it-all Christa she said, “Mom’s being crazy again, isn’t she?”  How the frick does she know these things?  “Don’t worry.  Once you move out she’ll lighten up. A little.”

            “Oh good, only four more years.

            She left and I began reading again.  After about five minutes my phone went off.

            I guess one session without talking was enough.

            I looked at the text and froze.

            Wait . . . he said it was a good choice.  You can’t NOT like Harry Potter, it’s like physically impossible!  I glanced at his and he watched me expressionless.  I didn’t know what to say.  So I cleared my throat and said.  “You don’t like Harry Potter, sir?”  He shook his head slowly.  I ground my teeth a little.  “Okay, well, that’s fine, sir, would you like me to get you another—”

            DING!

            I didn’t understand.  Convince him why he hates it?  I guess he saw my confusion cuz a second later came this:

            The American Way.  Ha.  This was new.

            Sooo I just started listing reasons why I liked the series, like he said.  I didn’t really understand the point of the exercise, but man it felt good to talk about.  I got myself really hyped up (“nerd alert,” as Adam says) but I’m okay with it.  In a weird way it was kind of fun, I guess.

            And that’s how we spent the entire session.  Mr. H sat there and nodded along with me.  It was kind of cool to have an adult actually listen to me talk for once.

            I ran out of breath and we ran out of time.  Once I stopped talking I realized that it was probably rude to dominate the conversation like that and I apologized.  Mr. H smiled slightly and tapped away on the ipad.

            I grinned.

           Christa walked me out to the parking lot, asking what we were reading in there, because my voice was “very adamant.”  That is one word I’ve never been described as.  Huh.