The Little Drummer Boy Part 2

My final year of middle school was defined by my use of institutional weaknesses as mechanisms of support for my survival, evasion, resistance and eventual evacuation from the societal evils I was faced with each and everyday.

I was too damn smart for my own good and resentful as hell. I refused to accept responsibility for my own actions that were inciting negative reactions from my peers and elders. Creating a festering cesspool of hostility.

It was through a combination of these weaknesses and my behavior that lead to my voluntary ejection from P.E. I was receiving no actual physical education nor healthy release of physical energy from the incompetent instructor. Thus I had nothing to gain except opportunities to hinder myself from reaching my goal.

 Instead I would spend that allotted time as an assistant in the school library. I was suppose to study and assist the librarian but the majority of my time was spent in simple chatter with her and her assistance Rain.

I do not know where they found Rain, but she was the embodiment of my expensive, exclusive education. My father was under the impression he was purchasing entry for his children to be at a school that provided a superior education under the moral umbrella of Christianity.

In all reality this was the daycare where the minority of the opulent of our community could keep their children while father worked and mother went to gossip driven lunch dates with their girlfriends. The first priority was not education but social molding. To iron out any personality quirks that were unacceptable for the future leaders, and their spouses of our community. If you were not capable of being molded, you were simply there to help pay the mortgage.

Rain had no college degree that I knew of but she was chic. She was someone the well polished mothers could take out to lunch. Her clothing and jargon gave the school a modern hipness that the younger parents demanded for their children's education.

As for my own education, she played a valued roll as an adult within the institution that was not threatened by the hot topic pins on my backpack. I do not really remember our conversations only her beauty and if I remember correctly her favorite Christmas song was the The Little Drummer Boy.