Enjoying School Supplies

Today I went to a class with my mom. It was in the middle of the day and most of the people who go to it are retired or work at home. I realized when I got there that I wasn’t the only person who showed up with their mother; in fact, there were at least twelve or more people in attendance that were having an afternoon with their mom. However, out of these twelve or more, I was the only person older than four.
I was going through old binders and notebooks from high school. I threw out most things that I found but I was impressed that at one time in my life I knew all the organs and muscles in my body, how to solve trig problems, and that I could make arguments about character development in the book Of Mice and Men. I’m sure it is still in my mind. I bet if I started a serious study of any of those subjects, these basic principles would come back, good as new. That was a tangent from what I really was impressed by: an old binder. I found a yellow spiral-bound notebook. The first page had notes I had written about cancer and as I flipped through I discovered that only the first four pages had writing on them. However, all those pages and all the blank pages preceding my notes on different diseases had a picture drawn on the upper right hand side. The picture was of a snowboarder who, depending on which page you opened it to, was snowboarding and doing a flip off a jump. If you turned the binder and flipped through the pages really fast, you would discover, as did I, that this was a little cartoon that I could watch. I was entertained and loved my brother Louie just a little bit more.
My other brother, Kelvin, asked me if I annoy him because I like to get a rise out of him. The truth of that is yes and no. Yes I like to get a rise out of him but no because most of the time it is too easy. It doesn’t take much to set him off, especially when he is tired. They are cheap thrills at best. He told me then that I:
1. Was annoying
2. Needed to get some hobbies
3. Needed some friends
While he was correct about these items, his message was discounted because
1. His tone
2. The fact he was laying on the couch and watching reruns of old shows which he would continue doing all afternoon
3. He’s Kelvin
He ended up taking a nap and waking up to be a lot nicer. So nice, in fact, he only made fun of me once or twice that evening.

*Mel’s Note: I give Kelvin a hard time and I write down the dumb stuff he says, but really he is pretty fun and I like hanging out with him