Wendeys

Wendeys

This is a children's drawing. One day, Wednesday is misspelled as something. And the SomeSung was Something. Now what? The boy had the dream of the writing and drawing to come true. The another story type stroy.

A boy of 8 was thought as 18 years old already and adding one more number for each to be a better student. Teddy was the boy imagined him to be riding a bike and being a bike racer first. Laura next o him thought she would be 16 already and drinking and making up her faces. It's a fancy dream for the girls tgether and they are chattnig what they would do when they become 18 later. "I would be come a pedicure artist!" One girl excitedly stated. "My mother goes to one!" Another girl noticed and claimed, "I would go to one also. But I wanna be a baker." She is a baker family's child. And she satisfied saying what she likes to do. I was more like obey obey obey at home and no one listens to her. The boy bored and the girls started chatting on their own, he imagined, "What does she like to do when she is 10 years older?" The female teacher, a kind and tall looking like a scientist with Harry Potter's glasses on her short hair responsed, "Ah, I see. You are yonger. But still the same age differences. Well, I might be teaching 10 years longer! Guess what? I'm a teacher and still a teacher." That gave her a smile. "How come?" The boy asked. "Because I need a job. And I meet the job qualification!" The woman was proud of pointing her heart area with the good-job gesture hand. "I'm happy to be your teacher, dear." The female teacher said to the murmuring girls. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we are in the high school age and we won't meet each other again." Some sour thoughts came from the girls. It was this "Oohh..." type smell and sighs. The woman replied, "but you guys are in the high school, com'on. This is an elementary school!" The female teacher looked so tall for the pupils. But she contineued, "if you wanted to be in the high school, you must be regreted to be still in the elementary school even if you are 18 years old!" The boy noticed the slight change of the dreaming and  the changing of the mood. "I... just wanted..." The boy murmured. Only this much? For him, it was just the heigh difference. But for the teachers and the girls, it meant the real grown ups and the thought and the decision making on their own. Thus, the boy was picked. "Pig!" "Pig!" The boy mentioned about the piggy bank collecting on his own room now. "How many was in? Can I borrow? I would put it in the saving for the 10 years long cycle. My dad said it is highter rate of revenue for the large sum of money!" Thus, the swindle was done. The girls thought borrowing was good, but the woman said it was more important to buy a new car recently and buy a new slipper for the bathroom use. It meant the children are still visible as children than the saving flocks wearnig madly poor. Next morning, the boy was wearing the oldest clothes and tried to put the latest newest one to be the last to be used. "I can tell what happened to you and your parents' thought!" The young teacher was wise enough for him to explain! It was the mother's thought that I should use up... The boy became the poverty kid. It meant the nice clothes are the Mother's day only! And for the school uniforms, dirty as heaven! It was how the girls concluded. The soccoor uniforms are nice and shiny in the TVs while their regular team plays are done in the single training uniforms. Thus, girls hated the boys not shiny at the school! "The boys, no povety please!" The teacher later appologized to the school pricipal's meeting. "Don't shout no poverty in the school. Children in povery are confusing." She apologized that one by pretended to be no money by wewaring only the bad clothes. The teacher's question from another class dismissed. It showed all the classrooms have the ears somewhere...

Then the boy started to work. He wanted to be a linguist once and thought to be a bilingual like his mother'sancestory from Spanish origin back in Mexico. He tried to remember, Uno, Dos, Tres... and that was it. He had enough for a day from mother's teaching. And later he made a mistake on his diary. It was the school lecture copied time and he thought of correcting it later during the lunch time tomorrow. But he forgot to do it at night and had a dream...

You, you forget... how important to fix what was wrong today... The mysterious announcement heard. The boy was still in the dream but selling the fishies at the port side. How come do you sell fish here? We have the fish markets... "Because we have no money. I and mother.." The girl next door was not there and someone brought in some kids to pick up his own trays to side with a nice girl on the casket for sitting and these boys surrounded the trays that the boy carried to his spot. "How come stealing?" The boy was making the crying voice. "Why? The seafood is from our sea! You found those fishes at the beaches!" "Thus, it was not anyone's. Complained."  The boy was scared and found only one small fish of the gold fish size in his pocket and drunk it. "Ah, I had something to eat for today..." Thus, it was the dream of Wedneys. He misspelledagain. But this time for sure. A bad dream day was counted as Wednesy. What dreams days. Then, he had filled with such dreams.

next few days, he was busy of wriging another Wedney time dreams. That was imaginally but he wished. SamSong. Why? Something  was not Sum Sung? And why Some Songs? It was the day I found all of sudden saying 'something' and a strange chorus form Sum Sung made speakers from anywhere. The chorus. Horasho, Horasho, Horahsho! The cholus was not Voccacio! How come? then he remmbered! He learned the word Voccacio! Then, he started learning about Voccacio.

Thus, spending Sommer time in such vocation making groups of creative people continued after the death of the young female teacher. She could not surive 5 years! It was on the newspaper as a huge car accident. Later, the boy became a lingusitst. Believe or not, he became a rock climber and also interested in the geology with the girls. The same girls graduated from the same high school and geology major at the universities and some are biology and nutrition, the baker's girl.

So, how do you spend five years? Young adults have a different time period than the adults who need 5 years of survival late for sure! For the same jobs or for the same life occupancy late.

Dedication is for Mrs. Darling Octering