Tonight is Back to School Night at the high school. I don't want to go. I mean I don't want to go even more than I usually don't want to go.
And why? Not because I never get anything out of going - because I usually do. I could tell the Spanish teacher was a loon and the Geometry teacher was mean spirited. Stuff like that is helpful to know first hand when the kids start complaining.
I don't want go because I don't fit into the desks. I always stand at the back hoping the teacher will not point to me and say "Take a seat" which I have to decline and everyone has turned around to look. Then during passing period they discuss just how big my ass is. Well, maybe I make that last part up.
I also don't want to go because I might miss Glee. High school is much more fun to watch on TV.