some garage people are freaks

Okay, so I’m going to be driving my car a long distance soon, so I decided to take it in for an oil change.  And I’d scoped out this place that gives you a free external car wash with oil change.  I take my car there today and they say “Um… we can’t change your oil.  Your car has over 150,000 miles on it.”  Which has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my life!  I mean… what’s next?  Mechanics are going to refuse to work on cars that have actually been driven?  So yeah… never take your car to any place that rhymes with “tar spa”. 

 However, I then took it to a kwik car lube place who did the oil, rotated the tires, and changed my wiper blades in about the time it took me to go to the bathroom and pay them.  This was a huge improvement over the last time I had to take my car in, which involved hours and hours of time in the waiting room.  And multiple visits because the mechanics at this particular garage were apparently deaf and so could not tell that weird noises were STILL coming from my car even after they “fixed” it the first time.

 Anyway… enough about cars and the agony that is getting them fixed.  Which, by the way, is another reason I’m going to be in debt forever.  But I digress.  Instead, let’s talk about school.  School was actually pretty normal, except for the half-metric ton of work that I have to do since I’m going on a trip soon.  But my students did manage some of their usual antics.

Every day, I dismiss half of the eighth graders from school.  This basically involves saying a prayer with them (We thank you almighty God for all your blessings.  You live and reign forever and ever amen — Catholic school remember), and then making sure they don’t leave their classroom a total wreck.  It’s kind of nice, actually, except when I have to yell at them to shut up right before we pray which sort of ruins the moment.  But whatever.   Which reminds me of the very first time I had to do this.  I’m actually protestant, and the school is Catholic.  And the eighth graders have been there since fifth grade, so they get this dismissal prayer thing better than I do.  So, we go to pray, and I just start right in with “We thank you….” when I realize there’s all kinds of confusion being generated.  At which point I recalled that Catholics cross themselves before they pray.  Oops.  So I explained my error and on the way out, one of them says “Yay Protestants!” 

Anyway, often I’ll just check around their desks and then have them pray in small bunches as they get ready to leave.  But today I had them all pray together, except for one of them who was off somewhere seeing a teacher or something.  So, when he came back, he had to pray by himself.  So he actually asked to pray in Spanish (he’s of some kind of Latin descent — I don’t know the details — and he’s bilingual).  I have no idea what he said except I caught some ‘con Dios’ and ‘madre’ sprinkled in.  

   –ryo out


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