That leaves me out.
See, the problem is, if you doze off in one class and wake up in another, you get your facts transposed and soon find yourself wondering why Geo. W (the good one) would be boarding a westbound train wearing white socks, shorts, and a reversible t-shirt with "TOWSON Boys' Physical Education" neatly emblazoned on the chest, while carrying a glass hemisphere with lichens growing inside.
And I'll here renew my annual query about why every single student needs to be driven somewhere...either to school itself or to the bus stop. Have we, as a nation, lost the hearty hardy spirit that allowed yours truly to walk to the morning bus - a journey of well over a block - and then walk almost all the way home after
Mom? Dad? Nannies, caretakers and au pairs? Please just open the front door and send little Marmaduke or Fontanella off to school on their own, if they are in middle school or above. They'll thank you for it later.