The wind chill is seven below so I will bundle up for the walk to work. There’s nothing like a walk in numbing cold to sorta wake you up and get you to where you want to spend the rest of the day under the covers.
Just like my kids at school.
The pajama party is starting and my kids are in the hall. Everything is light and entertaining. It’s probably better to show than to tell:
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
The dining tables and chair were gone, replaced by large, comfortable reading chairs, love seats, sofas, and even—yes, there were even a few huge beds capable of holding a half dozen students easily, as a couple already were. Scattered around the hall were a few large carpets covered in throw pillows that reminded Kerry of the classroom in Memory’s End where they met with Professor Arrakis. The light was down in the hall, but there were small, brighter spots here and there—floor lamps that were set alongside a few of the large chairs and love seats.
As they entered the hall Kerry took in the relaxed but excited environment. With each chair, sofa, or bed there was at least one table where one could set snacks, drinks, and various forms of entertainment. Three girls to his right, sitting on a sofa and an easy chair, were playing cards on a coffee table made of a dark wood. Another boy was sitting in one of the large chairs reading, a drink sitting upon the end table to his right. The bed with the six girls had high, narrow tables at what he guessed was the head and the foot of the bed, and while they talked they were also munching on snacks kept in bowls on both tables.
Something caught Kerry’s eye: a group of five kids, three boys and two girls, sitting on the floor around a low, circular table. One of the boys had his tablet at his right and a cardboard screen in front of them, and all the students had sheets of paper and dice laid out before them. “Hey, those guys over there are—”
“Oh, look.” Annie tugged on Kerry’s arm and pulled him along. “There’s the perfect spot.” She dragged towards a sofa located near the center of the hall, one facing the east wall. It wasn’t alone: there was also a table at each end of the sofa, an easy chair facing north and south, and a low coffee table in the middle of it all. Kerry was surprised no one was already sitting there—then again, there were maybe seventy people in the room, and it looked as if there were plenty of empty places remaining.
All and all an enjoyable, fun evening. A bunch of magical kids relaxing in what may or may not be the moonlight–let me check the sky for that day . . . yep. Almost a full moon–blowing off the first week of classes and doing things that Normal kids do at these shindigs.
Now, as for my kid–well, it’s a new experience for them, but one of them knows a little about what’s going on, and the other doesn’t care, he’s just happy to be where he’s at, because it’s not home. It’s also with someone who’s at least once said that she loves him, and when you’re an emotionally withdrawn kids who has spent a lot of time on his own and being alone, it’s a heady thing with which to deal.
That’s also part of the story, and part of the Madness. These kids grow up fast, a lot faster than Normals on the outside, and it’s not out of the question to say that some of them will face life or death situations before they are out of their early teens.
When you got that sort of heavy hanging over your head–not that they know this yet–it’s no wonder the school gives them to chance to kick back and let their hair hang down.
After all: Witch Hard, so Party Hard.
That also works if you’re a mutant or a mad scientist, too. This school is nothing if not equal for everyone . . .