A friend from church, Curt, turned 14 today. Curt told me today he plans on protesting his school’s dress code by wearing his Titans jersey and being late for class, where he’ll run through the empty halls yelling. I’m not sure what he plans on accomplishing by this. Probably some weird looks and in-school suspension. Then again the dress code is kinda silly at times. Supposedly you get in-school suspension for not having a belt. Ah yes. The ole beltless school suspension rule. I’m not sure why not having a belt consititutes a bad learning environment. How about this? Instead of having teachers spend time checking for dress code violations, they should actually teach? What a novel idea!
Curt is a good kid. Kinda looks at life on the negative side of things alot. When I ask him how’s school is going, he tells me how much he hates it. But who really liked school anyways?
We’ve got a “manadatory” meeting for adults who are going skiing this weekend. I’m not sure what is exactly earth shattering that we must have a meeting about it. Probably something to the effect of “Let’s watch everyone. Here’s the rooming list. Yadda Yadda Yadda….” I’m up for it. Who doesn’t enjoy a good meeting?
So they had a funeral at the church building today. What always leaves me scratching my head is how they get the coffin inside of the building. I mean the doors of the building aren’t wide enough for the typical coffin. We do have 2 doors next to each other. But there’s a vertical bar in between. So do they take out the bar to get the coffin in or do they turn the coffin on the side? Turning a coffin on its side would probably mess of the effect of “He looks so peaceful.” Instead it would be “oh it looks like the coffin was turned on its side.” Perhaps this is a question for our building maintainer. Am I being morbid by asking this? The church itself wasn’t designed for funerals. But then again, is any church designed specifically for funerals? The architects don’t stand around and measure doors for coffin clearance.
One word: “toddesque.” And that is all I have to say about that. “Jeffesque?” There’s no such word.