GETTING BACK WITH TAMMY’S PACK
I’ve been out of school for so long that I have become a nervous
wreck thinking about getting ready for class tomorrow. Have to decide, first what ensemble to dig up out of the mothballs. It will be an old, tired one because I haven’t been out to Macy’s for 3 or 4 years, and that was quite a shopping trek with Tammy along. She and the Warden had me modeling very high platform shoes to “tall” me up a few inches, and in the lingerie department they had me holding up these fancy bra’s — right there in the middle of the store for all to see – not in a dressing room. But they didn’t have me remove my outer garments, thank goodness.
Then I have to get my pens and equipment all lined up, and maybe break out a fresh wire-bound note book. Won’t have time to stop at Staples for some smart, fresh-looking supplies.
Just got to take extras. The ink in the pen may give out in the middle of class, and I’d be all embarrassed. Also, remember some extra hearing aid batteries — in fact, take the old set of ears along just in case. Be sure to remember the checkbook. And that’s when my face would be crimson if the ink in the one pen I brought with no back-ups suddenly dried up. How could Tammy ever possibly think of finally graduating me? Well, if she did, I would imagine she was just finally getting rid of me because I give her conniption fits every weekend when I am so late getting my blog material to her. And sometimes I have all these excuses as to why I don’t have the right story ready.
I do hope to see some of my old classmates. Dorys with a “Y” will be there, and I hope Charlotte can sneak away from her husband to join us.
You know what? I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Tammy made me go to summer school.