Dinosaurs, right on.

She looked around at the group expectantly. "Everything in Texas is..." She started. "Big!" Someone yelled. "Very good!" She said. Then she told them about the anatomy of the Quetzalcoatlus wing. Her audience was captivated. Then we went to the Coelophysis. I showed them an evolution tree of dinosaurs. They were thrilled.

Little kids are more fun than grown ups. Everything amuses them. "Will that dinosaur poop the dinosaur bones out that he ate?" They're so eager to learn and share. I wish I was a little kid again. They want to know everything. They're all friends. There's no bitterness or cynicism and they don't judge each other or divide into elitist groups. They're just kids in class.

"Everything in Texas is..." "Dinosaurs?!"

I'm ready to disappear into the desert for a few days.

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Anonymous said…

i moved to round rock during 2nd grade and had to ditch my first friend after everyone in class told me that i didnt want to be friends with that person. he was an annoying pussy so following the elitist crowd worked out for me

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everything is fine

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