HooHoos

Sometimes when I work at really gross schools I like to pretend I am working for Teach For America and only get sent to the worst of the very worst places because I am just that inspiring to listen to. This is kinda true, I mean except for the fact that when I am in nasty schools I get in and out as fast as freaking possible. I found a little place in Kansas today that makes Topeka look like Malibu. It's called Salina. Main town income: beef packing plant. The first school I walked into smelled like a combination of a high school locker room, and a high school boy's bathroom. I nearly gagged, it was so awful. And God bless those little hilly billy/ghetto kids I spoke to, they sure did mean well. So what if none of them knew their zip code. And who needs a phone number these days when you can have access to the Internet between the hours of 8-3. But too bad for me, that damn Kansas army recruiter got to them first and they were all already signed up for a life in the military.

I made it out of this school as quickly as possible before having to make one more stop for the day. It was at this next school when the students told me the first school I was at was the "fancy school," with the "stuck up kids." Could have fooled me. But then again, I do think I saw one girl carrying a brightly colored heart and polka dot Dooney & Burke purse at the previous school- if that doesn't scream fancy well then I don't know what does.

Speaking of fancy, Chris treated me to a lunch at Hooters on Saturday for the game...Yes, I went to Hooters to gather with other Husker fans from Peker. This was a first for me. It was everything I expected and so much more. At first, I was a bit taken back by the mid shin slouchy sox and white high top Sketchers worn by the waitresses. Was this supposed to fulfill some sort of bizarre 90's fantasy for patrons or something? Chris and I took a booth toward the back where we could watch the other Husker fans from a safe distance. They seemed like a nice bunch, a bit older than I expected. I am going to guess the leader of the group was the rowdy man who sat beside a Husker dressed gnome figurine on top of his table. Oddly enough, I believe his friend with him was Earl, from My Name is Earl. He had a great handle bar stache, and a ribbed grey tank top with a camouflage Husker hat to match. About half way through the first quarter the table next to us was filled with a cute little family there to celebrate their son's 10th birthday. I only know this because they brought in a cake (shaped like a bowling bowl) with the numbers 1 and 0 on it. The dad of the group even splurged and bought the whole table the tator tot appetizer, although he did rudely take over half of the plate for himself before passing it around to the rest of the table. They weren't dressed in Husker attire so Chris and I assumed they were just there to celebrate the birthday. What a grand idea! A birthday both dad and son can enjoy together. Who needs Chuckie Cheese when you can celebrate hitting the double digits at Hooters? Although judging by the fact the little ten year old sat quietly in the corner the entire time flipping through his sister's BOP! magazine, I can't help but wonder if the dad had an alterior motive up his cut off by bringing him to HoosHoos?