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Stratify THIS

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The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. ~Gloria Steinem

I spaced on a homework assignment. Okay, two. I was annoyed with myself when I realized that I’d not read the chapter, much less written the paper when it hit me:

It went into that deadzone in my brain where all obnoxious “deal with it by ignoring it” things go. Ignore it until I can get to a place where I can deal (and right now isn’t really that time).

The class is “Social Stratification”. The study of our society and how race/class/gender/income all come together to make us who/what we are. When I’m in class, I’m engaged, constantly relating my life experiences to the topic at hand (and working hard at keeping my big mouth shut so Those Kids can participate in class too LOL).

But the more I read the more I wanted to be doing something ANYTHING else. I flip to my Google Reader (72 unread), to my Gmail (nothing), to my OKCupid profile (one message, not flirty), to my school mail (nothing) to picking up the broom and sweeping everything into a pile so I can pack my backpack and make sure I’ve got workout gear and my lunch and OOPS I’m too late to get to class on time.

Which is a good thing, because the reading response? Still not written. Because I still haven’t finished the chapter and I can’t respond to the chapter until I’ve read it. Why?

I don’t WANT to see in print that I’m economically beyond disadvantaged. I don’t WANT to read that because I’m a Female Head of Household (with no husband present) the odds of me being “successful” (depending on how you define success, of course) are slim-to-none. I don’t WANT to read that the fat cats are getting fatter while I bust my ass and that it’s always been this way and always will.

I get it. I promise I do. I’ve been listening to “you can’t DO that” my entire life and I’m GOING to do it anyway because there’s no good reason for me to just sit on my hands and get steamrolled. We’re fine, we’re making it, please take your statistics, roll ‘em up tight and shove ‘em where the sun don’t shine.

An anticlimactic first day.

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I was up late last night after work making sure that bags were packed and clothes were out. It took me an obscene amount of time to pick out the “right” outfits for their First Day of School. (Yes, there was weeping.)

At the breakfast table, the boys decided they wanted to bring their lunch (FailWhale again for Teh Mommeh – no juice boxes in the house.) so I got to rush around making sandwiches and making sure the boys names were on their lunchboxes.

As you would expect on the Very First Day of School, the traffic line was obscene. The boys went to their classes just fine, and I sat down for Kindergarden Orientation with Joe’s teacher. Unfortunately, Joe did NOT want to leave – and asked if we were going to get Dan out of his class too. (No, baby – Dan has to stay the whole day. It’s just you and me going home.)

Now he’s wandering around the house bored and trying to find something to do, and I’m debating taking a nap. And halfway expecting the phone to ring aaaany minute now, with a polite teacher on the other end asking me to come get my child.