Two more, and I swear I’ll get back to the subject of writing. First, you know that blank right under ‘student name,’ that says ‘address?’ That’s the student’s address we want, not ours. We know ours.
And you don’t get to change their name. So be careful choosing it in the first place. Because if she was Angelique last year, she’s Angelique this year. Not Nancy. Without a court order, anyway.
Okay, I promised. Back to writing. I’m actually doing okay on that, since it’s very–satisfying–writing my ex-Marine dealing with obnoxious, self-righteous idiots, after the way I have to deal with them at work. Let me give you an example. See if you can tell which is me, and which Eve:
“No, sir, I’m sorry, we aren’t doing registration today. As the sign says, registration is closed until 8 am Tuesday. I’m sorry you feel that way, sir. Yes, sir, here’s my principal’s name and phone number. I’m sure she will be hearing from you. Have a nice day, sir.”
“You get Basic? It’s not Thursday anymore. Come back Tuesday.” Thumping noise. “Sorry, didn’t catch that, the wall blocked your mouth. Want to try again?” More thumps. “Here’s the deal, stupid, only ’cause I don’t want your kid stuck at home with an idiot like you. You fill out the papers, you bring ’em all back Tuesday, you wait your turn. Got it? Good. Git.”
Well, it was sort of about writing…
Okay, back to my poor little street-rat. At least now I’m writing the rescue. I promise, kid, in your book, I’ll make it all worthwhile…