Off to a Great Start
Georgia got home from work around 9:30 last night, went straight to the kitchen, prepared an enormous fruit salad with yogurt, and proceeded to hit the books. She had an essay to write for Geography, already, and that was “just the beginning.” I didn’t try to talk to her at first, because she turns into Sybil when she’s hungry. Better to wait until she’s spooned a few bites of banana in. Then:
TR: Are you cranky 'cause you're starving?
G: I don’t have any time to eat at school. I mean none.
TR: Why don’t you take a Cliff bar or something?
G: What part of NONE do you not understand?
TR: Something you could eat walking to class…
G: And that’s another thing! We have exactly seven minutes between classes and it takes fifteen minutes to get from one side of the building to the other. And that’s on a good day--no police dogs in the doorways, no band geeks carrying tubas, and no cheerleaders making pyramids. Most of my classes are on C Hall, and my locker is on T Hall…
On the opposite side of the school.
The farthest locker.
The one near the exit.