Posted by: loungekitten | September 25, 2009

Playing Hooky

I should be at school right now.  But I’m not.  It’s probably OK, the instructor was out of town and only had the lab open for a couple of things to be done.  She’s also having a review session for our Monday test on Sunday night, which I am going to attend.   And I had a few personal tasks to attend to this morning.  So that’s my story, I’m sticking to it.

I think I might have the best school skipping story ever, though.  It was my senior year in high school, and I had already moved to South Florida at this time.  My friends and I decided to go to the beach for the day.  We met at school, then we took the bus down to the beach.

It was such a nice day!  The surf was a bit rough when we first got there, so we decided to play in the surf.  When we got tired of that we laid out on our towels and sunbathed.  All of us fell asleep, and I was the first to wake up.  When I did, the ocean was calm, and the sun was pretty high in the sky.  I became uneasy.  Drastic changes in the ocean don’t happen that quickly.  I looked at my watch, and it was only a little bit past eleven.  We still had to call ourselves in sick!  I woke my friends up and asked them to look at their watches.  One other person had a watch, and the time on her watch was not the same time that my watch was showing.  I thought that we needed to leave and start heading back to school to get the bus home.  So, we pack up and head to a pay phone (gosh, remember those!), called ourselves out sick, then got on the city bus to head back to school.

As we rode along, I noticed the clock on a bank had a time of about 2:15.  But those clocks are always wrong is what I told myself.  A little while later we passed another bank with a clock and that bank’s clock showed the time to be within the 2 o’clock hour as well.  (There are a lot of banks in Florida!)  I took out my watch and it still read that it was a little past 11 o’clock!

Somehow, my watch and my friend’s watch had stopped at about the same time at the beach!  Now, I had to go to my friend’s house so she could give me a ride back to my house so I could get ready for work and be at work on time.  Of course, I breeze into my house and my father is there, angry.  He sat me and my friend down and lectured us about skipping school.  However, he ended it by saying, “Next time, if you want to skip school, just ask me and I’ll call you out sick.”

I should explain. . .because of desegregation laws, I was bused from a suburban area to a downtown area to go to school my senior year.  One that was host to a few rival gangs.  One that had a reputation of being one of the more violent schools in the county.  (One time I was walking down the hall and someone just put his fist through a glass partition in the middle of the hallway for no apparent reason.  Seriously.)  He was less worried about me going to the beach for the day than he was about me going to school.  Also, he knew I was just as likely to skip school to go to the library as I was to go to the beach.  (I really did skip school to go to the library on more than one occasion.  Seriously.  The library downtown was great!)  My grades were always good, so to him I was doing something right!

Besides, the fact that I had a raging sunburn on my back along with the fact that I had to go to work and stand in front of a pizza oven all night was punishment enough!

That's the beach!

That's the beach!

There are some things about living in Florida that I miss very much. . .the beach is definitely one of them!


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