I gave M a ride to school on Friday so he wouldn’t have to wait for the bus in the bitter cold carrying a large bag of food. (His philosophy class does “Food Fridays” and it was M’s week to bring in food. Doesn’t everyone want to eat potato chips and Oreos at 8 in the morning?) It was -6 degrees Fahrenheit when I dropped him at school, and at the coldest and lowest-elevation point on my commute, it was -10. Brrr.
Friday was also Senior Spirit Day at school, and the seniors were supposed to wear their pajamas. M thought this was ludicrous, especially given the weather, and dressed in heavy jeans and a wool sweater. Plus the cat likes to sleep on his pajamas during the day, which I told M was a good excuse he could give anyone who asked why he wasn’t wearing pajamas to school. Although M didn’t seem concerned about having an excuse — and I’m glad that he felt zero peer pressure to go along with something this ludicrous, and wasn’t angsting about it.
M turned out to be the popular guy on Friday, because there was food left over from philosophy class, which he fed to various other hungry kids during his free period and his literature class. I’m still amazed that teachers allow kids to eat in class, especially foods as noisy as potato chips. But, as M put it, his literature teacher “is pretty chill.”
Then again, maybe any teacher dealing with second-semester seniors has learned to be pretty chill.