Katie is starting the last two weeks of school. I've been really impressed with her school this year. The principal has done a great job and puts a lot of emphasis on making a positive difference in the community. The teachers have been drama-free and have done a fantastic job of motivating the kids. Well, at least one kid, anyway.
Katie wanted to get to school early this morning to see one of her friends, so I took her with me. As we careened down Date Street, she was lamenting the fact that she has six semester tests coming up next week. It could have been worse - last semester she had seven of them. However, she doesn't think they will have a test in Service Learning - a community service class she's been in this semester.
"What? No test?! Couldn't they test you on recycling or something?" I asked.
"No! We didn't study recycling in that class. We studied it in science. We had to learn the three R's of recycling," she told me.
"OH! I know those! Reduce, Reuse, Reanimate!"
"No! It's Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. What's reanimate?"
"It's like when you take a dead body and bring it back to life. Sort of. You re-purpose it into a zombie."
It was at this point that I got 'the look'.
"Rachel! You are really kinda weird."
"No, let me rephrase that. You are REALLY REALLY WEIRD!"
"Zombies are a valid form of recycling," I grumbled.
"Zombies DON'T EXIST!"
"You say that now," I said. "But just wait until one is gnawing on your thigh bone and see what you have to say then!" I looked over at her. "Brains! Brains! Brains!"
If she keeps rolling her eyes like that, one of these days they're gonna get stuck up inside her head.