NOTE: THE STUDENTS PICTURED ABOVE ARE NOT THE ONES OF WHOM WE SPEAK IN THE FOLLOWING STORY.
Many people call them pre-humans because they are in that state of mind in between high School influence and the ropes of their friends tied to the grades before them...middleschoolers. Whatta' ya' gonna' do?
We held a small group meeting last night at a local pizza joint with some kids who were funny just to hear them attempt to communicate with one another. I am unsure if they understand precisely what it takes to fill an enitre sentance becuase they typically converse in small fragmants of thought and unless you are tuned into their channel you become more lost than a 3 year reign of survivors on a deserted island who can't seem to get home due to the fact that they continue to find so many great things to occupy both theirs and your time right their on the isle of nowhere's ville.
We ordered pizza and they got up and headed directly for the video game where the excitement hit the roof because the poor schmoe beofre them who obviously had nothing better to do on a Tuesday night than to waste time playing a silly poker game in a restaurant, left before he finished his game, had some turns left before the game had finished. I sat there wondering, "What in the world? Can't you play vid games at home?" I was always excited to go to any restaurant, mainly because my mom hated to cook, except on Schwan's night...which if I recall was every night except for Sunday when she became tired of either ordering out for pizza or shoving Schwan's latest heat and serve dish into the oven, and so she cooked microwave popcorn. As long as Dad took over before she actually made it to the microwave with the nearly impossibly easy instructions, we had some good unburned popcorn. If he wasn't around, we normally went through 3 or 4 bags before we got to an unburned edible bag that didn't reek of smoke. Ahh...the goot times.
As soon as the breadsticks, or as they call them, appetizers, arrived, they were right back in their seats demanding the first and biggest breadstick for their own. The volunteers and myself just looked at eachother in shruggingly disregarded it as one of those pre-human tendancies with which they now grow in because of the times in which we live. Kids can't break away from the tv for anything other than a cel call, text message, or food. That is one of the main reasons, and you may have already read about this, but we took a week away from TV. It becomes too much of a crutch and I don't want my kids nor myself falling into the trap that we feel like we have to have the tv on 24-7-365. It is difficult enough to find the undivided time to spend together with the fam.
This has been another total waste of time in a World Gone Mad brought to you by none other than the Bakerboy himself.
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