11.11.1994

Boy am I glad to finally be home from work. I'm beat. This six o' clock in the morning shit is really getting to me. After two or three years of being on swing shift or graveyard, I can't handle being awake that early in the morning. Senor 23 and I were talking about it the other day. He reminded me of our elementary school schedule and how screwed up it was. We went to school together and our schedule was alot earlier than the rest of the schools in the district. I don't know why they set it up that way but Senor 23 figures that being woke up by his parents that early every day messed him up and he's never been the same since. I hated getting up in the morning for school. Especially when we started private Christian school. On the days that Dad was at work at the firehouse my sister Brandy and I had to get up extra early. Mom had to be at work and since there was no one else to take us to school except her we'd end up at the school's day care center sometimes two hours before classes started. It was always pitch black when we got up, and it was totally lame.

Dad was always the worst to wake up to. He'd flick my bedroom lights on from the hallway since the switch was out there instead of in my room. I can't remember all of the annoying things he used to do besides yelling and shaking me awake. I'd usually lag in bed for as long as possible until he'd get even more angry. By then he would have been in my room at least a half a dozen times fucking with me. One of his incentives, or bribes to get me and Brandy out of bed faster was to cook breakfast for us. That didn't work out so well for any of us though. Dad's breakfast cooking kinda sucked. His omelettes were always extra watery because he thought it was a good idea to add milk in with the eggs he was scrambling. So the eggs were always kinda funky. The french toast he made was equally bad, always totally mushy and really bland. And he liked to put pepper in everything. I got so sick of pepper. After some months of his breakfast bait failing to get us up and out of bed on time Dad gave up cooking in the morning because we wouldn't eat it. He'd just get more and more angry at us yelling downstairs from the kitchen that the food was getting cold.

Mom's approach for getting us up and ready for Christian school was always more pleasant. It still sucked getting up so early every day. When we first started at the private Christian school Mom would have us up in the kitchen for breakfast and she would read science fiction books to us while we ate. Her grub was tasty too so that didn't hurt. She would usually have a little TV going in the background with some news program chattering away. Things were much more laid back with her.

Christian school was dumb. Something I was working with at TDS last week reminded me of one idiot teacher in particular. At work I was using a centrifuge to force some materials into a group of housings. The centrifuge is a small machine that spins up substances at a really high RPM so that you can either separate materials from each other or compact them into something else. It's a simple concept that the force, draws a rotating body away from the center of rotation, caused by the inertia of the body. Now it just so happens that one day at Christian school my fifth grade teacher informed us that centrifugal force doesn't exist and she used some Bible passages to back up her statement. I got into an argument with her about it in front of the whole class and it was one of many arguments I had with her that year, all of which I lost. To this day I still hate and despise that woman. I don't have many positive things to remember about that school either. Those people were off the hook insane. If I ever have children I will never, ever force them into a Christian school. No good can come of it.