environment. More hands on. Less students. It’s very focused
because lots of the time, my students are only taking that one
class at a time or maybe one other. School in the fall gets more
intense. I love that too, but then, I do have the fun job. No one
else gets to just about blow up the lab or dance around with the
skeleton model or dissect things.”
“You’re right. You do have the best job. Everyone else
is probably really jealous.”
“Nah. The music teachers, art teachers, drama teachers,
gym teachers, they all think they have the best job. I’m sorry
to say I do feel sorry for the English and math teachers. That’s
a hard one.”
“People either love it or hate it.”
“Do you think that when we’re together we have a
whole brain? Like we could combine our science and arts
brains into one and have this super brain?”
“I don’t know,” I laugh.
Off to the side, a middle-aged guy with a mullet and
snakeskin boots lets out a loud cry of triumph and tells the
other guy at the table to, “Suck it, Frank.”
Steph bites down on her bottom lip to hide a smile. I
can’t contain mine. Our drinks come. Our wings come. My
first bite is just about heaven.
“Wow,” Steph declares. “Mom would be pissed if she
tasted these. I promise that I’ll never tell her. Hers are still the
best.”
“My mom never made wings. Never.”
“You’ll have to come over sometime. I’ll get her to
make them and you can try them. If you think these ones are
better, don’t tell her. She’d never recover.”