Friday, June 06, 2008

So Close

(The IEP was 95% fine; it turned out as I wrote it that I did, in fact, have all her goals planned...just subconsciously, like normal.  I'd even taken the appropriate data.  I love how my brain works.  The 5% not fine was that the parents were excited to meet the middle school teacher -- who emailed me to let me know that she has been put on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy.  Whoops.)


Picture this.

You're a mostly-shy, mostly-retiring girl who doesn't really enjoy the spotlight of lots of people.  However, you are pretty excited to have a family gathering of both sides of the family to celebrate your sixteenth birthday.  You, by a large margin, don't want to be the sole focus of attention...but it's a fairly small gathering of very familiar people, and you're mostly okay with it.


...that five days ago, these two people, that you've never heard of, were killed in Brentwood.

And the suspected killer -- who you had also never heard of -- is driving his white Bronco down a local freeway at 35 miles per hour, pursued by every CHP officer in Southern California.

And everyone -- everyone -- is glued to the TV.

You find yourself thinking things like: I know I didn't want to be the center of attention, exactly, but this is ridiculous.  It'd be nice if people actually noticed I existed.

It's not that I'm bitter, per se, it's just --

Okay, I'm a little bitter.

And then I hear that California was going to start issuing same-sex marriage licenses on June 17, and I thought -- finally, something good for people to associate with the day (which, of course, cheerfully ignores that not everyone shares that opinion, but that's a rant for another day).

But then I hear that San Francisco county officials asked if they could begin after the end of business hours the previous day, and so now county clerks across the state have permission to grant same-sex marriage licenses beginning at 5:00 p.m. June 16th.


So close....


Amie said...

Was I at this birthday shin dig?? Cause I don't remember it. Now I'm bitter :)

SpooWriter said...

No...this was both sets of grandparents, Aunt Carol, Mike, Jason, and us, at the wonder of wonders (blech) that is The Lamplighter.

(It wasn't least 18, if not when my dad died...that I got to choose where my birthday dinner was.)

Anyhow, all I remember was that they had the TVs on up front and in the bar, and everybody (in the empty restaurant) kept getting up to watch the TV. They'd wander back to the table, and talk about O.J.

Then they'd go watch TV. Then they'd talk about O.J.

And although most times in my life I'd rather be invisible...that was a bit much. ;-)