Why is it that you can’t make a decent living staring out the window? I don’t know why not. I’m really good at it and have plenty of experience in doing it. I’m at the top of my game, really.
Speaking of staring out the window, when I was in the 5th grade my Language Arts classroom (which was also my homeroom) had a really long wall of windows. By looking out the window you could see the main road. And, let me tell you, looking at cars going by was pretty interesting.
I was one of the lucky kids who sat right next to the line of windows. All the kids in that row developed a really neat trick of pulling on the string of the blinds and smacking the string back and forth without having the blinds raise or lower. The teacher either didn’t notice or didn’t care that we spent time smacking the string as long as it was a quiet activity. Unfortunately, every once in a blue moon, your string would get out of control and the blinds would crash down. I wrote lots of sentences that year as punishment for letting the blinds crash. Remember when punishing kids meant they had to put pen to paper–is there any wonder that some people loathe writing?
