i'm about on my last half of a nerve so consider yourself warned.
look here, folks.......... little boys don't sit still.
all these poor parents who keep schlepping their kids into my office because johnny (well, zachary. benjamin. isaiah.) is out of his seat half the damned day.
good for johnny! (z/b/i.)
when i was in grade school, the only kids available to cheat off of in math (arithmetic) were girls. cuz the boys were out of their seats! newsflash! (and yes, you may throw stones at me now, you know how girls are with math. i have the transcripts to prove it.)
boys don't like seats. it's why they go out and hunt.
it's why they rig up all sorts of homemade things that blow up in the street on the fourth of july.
girls aren't all that fond of seats, either. it's why they stand in little cliques on the playground and rip on every kid in sight.
it appears that the moral of my story is thusly: get rid of seats.
(oh. and get rid of ritalin, too.)
