Tiny chairs and dysentery!

This morning I attended my first parent-teacher conference since I was in high school. At 07:15. I was there for support -- not moral support so much as "I had to get up before the sun and haven't had my morning coffee yet" support.

At least those teeny little chairs were more comfortable than I remembered.

Long story short, she's a brilliant kid who seems to actively trying to sabotage herself as an act of rebellion against... the universe? It's too early to tell if I'm a positive influence in the lil' one's life, but here's to hoping that having me around will improve her attitude, and not just in the "if you don't do your homework I won't let you eat the yummy food I'm cooking." sense. Which works surprisingly well so far..

In the classroom there was an ancient computer in the corner, complete with the Apple hockey-puck mouse. It was loaded with Math Blaster. I wonder if it also had The Oregon Trail on it? "Bunny has died from Dysentery." Or "Wet Fart has drowned." Ah... good times... Surprisingly, once in a blue moon an occasional pioneer actually made it to Oregon.....Despite my best efforts.

I guess I did learn something from The Oregon Trail -- It seems people can be pretty resourceful against all odds. And out on the often unforgiving trail that is life, there's always some new and creative way to kill^H^H^H^H accidentally die...

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