It Was A Good Effort
School Day 1: The newly minted Freshman gets up at roughly 5 a.m. (at least I know he was on Facebook by 5:30), and is out of the house by 5:50 to meet friends at Village Inn for a celebration breakfast christening entry into High School.
Day 2: Up at 5:30 to prepare for first day of marching band, out of the house before 6.
Day 3: 6 a.m. no sign of the boy. Go down to his room and both alarm clocks are going off- -both music and beeping, both loud. Boy still sound asleep. I go over and shake him awake. He comes to life saying "owww!"
I say "What? What's the matter?"
He: "Man, the feedback in that amp hurt!"
Me: "What? Are you ok?"
He: Realizing where he is now awake, "Nevermind."
That was some dream. And one tired boy.
Day 2: Up at 5:30 to prepare for first day of marching band, out of the house before 6.
Day 3: 6 a.m. no sign of the boy. Go down to his room and both alarm clocks are going off- -both music and beeping, both loud. Boy still sound asleep. I go over and shake him awake. He comes to life saying "owww!"
I say "What? What's the matter?"
He: "Man, the feedback in that amp hurt!"
Me: "What? Are you ok?"
He: Realizing where he is now awake, "Nevermind."
That was some dream. And one tired boy.
posted by Will at 6:45 AM
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