There I was, wandering around on the school playground before school began this morning. I was doing my usual P.R. routine with the parents and kids milling around waiting for the first bell to ring.
At my school, all of the teachers have to take two turns a week at supervising outside, and I always choose the mornings. Yes, it’s a bit of a bother to stop whatever preparations you’re doing to get ready for the day and head outside, but at least it’s over and done with then. There are lots of parents around (some good-looking dads, too!), and the kids are all in a good mood and eager to get their school day started. There’s never much to actually supervise in the mornings, which is another reason I like to do it then – I’m basically lazy. But I do like chatting with the kids and parents, tickling the babies, petting the dogs (who are not supposed to be on the school grounds, but there are usually one or two, regardless).
This morning, it was a bit chilly outside. It is October, after all. I was clutching my coffee cup and cursing the fact that I’d chosen to wear sandals and a thin sweater over my t-shirt. (In my defense, it was a lot warmer yesterday!) I sauntered over to the climbing equipment and this one kid immediately attracted my attention.
He was wearing those baggy man-capris that, fortunately, didn’t hang too far down his crotch. He was also wearing a plaid flannel shirt over his ratty t-shirt. And a woolen tuque. And his long hair poking out the bottom of the tuque was stringy and brownish-blond.
I watched the kid play for a few minutes, wondering if I had fallen through a wormhole or something and it was 1992 again. Is grunge back? How would this kid even know about the very existence of grunge? Are his parents into such “retro” music and fashion? Are the kid’s parents perhaps named Kurt and Courtney?
And most importantly, is it even still possible these days to buy new flannel shirts in plaid???