Do you like me? Yes or No

Bunny's back to school this week. Fifth grade. What a trip. Most of it involves her feelings toward her classmates and is unbloggable; she put her foot down on this issue, and I must respect that. Maybe she'll relent and write up her first impressions on her own blog.

Remember when the good opinion of your peers meant the sun and the moon to you? Remember growing out of it? 'Cause holy frejoles, sometimes I don't think I ever did. Sucks. Major insecurity.

Off to eat lunch. I'm reading skimming a book and monograph called Good to Great in preparation for our leadership book club tonight. Must attend a meeting in 35 minutes. I think there's time to finish both books. Oh yeah. SQ4R, as my Intro to Policy professor would say. I don't remember what that stands for but it's a method of blasting through text quickly.

No time to go home and see if the two little dogs are getting along. I assume they are. The fact is, they both sleep 20 hours a day; they have no f'n time to fight.

Comments

[maya]

Fifth grade is just a training run for the torture of 6th and 7th grade, unfortunately. But Bunny is a very cool chiquita, with supportive 'rents, so I expect she'll come out of this better than most.

And for the record, I don't think I ever outgrew caring what my peers think of me, I just disguise my concern better now.

[e]

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[Anthony]

Dear Pam:

I'm really beginning to worry about you ("aboot you" as they might say up in Canada). I remember a time not so long ago when you were a free-spirit, dedicatedly burning up the web with shared fantasias and improvisations on David Lynch, Bonnie Bruckheimer and Eddie the Dog. Golden times, a rush of outside the hypercube thinking.
Now, it's turned...how shall I say this?...a little strange. SQ4R? "Leadership book clubs?" Is life in the middle-class affecting you in ways it's not supposaed to? Seriously, take a day off, go to SF, find the nearest post-punk, post-cutting edge dance club/bookstore/barrista and dance/read/drink til you drop! Afterwards, the world will seem less graduate school Policy Prof to you and you'll understand your real goal in life is to renounce all bourgeoise trappings and get back to your original goal of being a comic-strip artist. Remember? "Everett, The World's Most PC Human?" How we laughed! It's not too late you know. You can still say no to a life of paying your bills and having food in the fridge. Think about it, will you?

Your Best Friend In Real Time!

A

[pam]

Dear A:

Thank you for the heartfelt Canadian-accented concern.
I, too, share your worry. I used to be a free spirit!
What happened to me? Paying the mortgage is sucking the joy right out of me.

There's a very whiny post I'm considering putting up that will even further drive home the point that I've given over completely to the dark side of fear. It's just all so sad.

Maybe today you and I can write an inspired segment called 'Hogwarts hires Samuel L. Jackson as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor', and get some of that joie de whatever back.

Sincerely,

Pam

[your mother]

Unenlightened people often think dogs are sleeping when their eyes are closed and they are breathing deeply. But that is just a ploy known to dogs from the beginning of cave guarding. They are like coiled springs ready to pounce on intruders.

[your mother]

Unenlightened people often think dogs are sleeping when their eyes are closed and they are breathing deeply. But that is just a ploy known to dogs from the beginning of cave guarding. They are like coiled springs ready to pounce on intruders.