The Guy You Should Always Sit Next To. Unless You're At A Funeral

This week may be a bit more “happening” on this here blog. I’m gonna be hanging out with all the cool peeps at The SITS Girls for a fun little blogging event called “Fall Back Into Blogging.” There is a different prompt/theme each day this week and all the cool kids are gonna be talking about the same sort of stuff collectively.

So if you are here from SITS Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! If you don’t know what SITS is, go cruise the website and find out why they are the coolest ever.

Alright. So, today’s theme is Back To School. I just shared my Best Worst First Day Of School a week ago. I talk about nervy diarrhea and meeting my sister-in-law. It’s a gasser. And that word was unfortunately too proximate with diarrhea. My apologies.

I’m not talking about my nervous colon today so don’t leave just yet. But I am going to confess something I probably should have told you before…

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I was…homeschooled…for a while. *Cough* movingon.

Eventually my mom gave up her struggle to organize her wild batch of hoodlums at home and started a private Christian school. It was her way of farming us out while keeping ultimate control. My mom’s genius.

I had my mom as teacher for several years after the school started. I got in trouble A LOT. I mostly got in trouble for giggling, causing others to giggle, or trying to get my mom to giggle.

“Hillary Jean! You may step outside the classroom and wait for me there.” That would stop my smile faster than diarrhea. Woops! Didn’t mean to say that.

I didn’t get into trouble if I sat next to a good student. I hated when mom would move me next to a really studious kid. It was the worst. I’d sit there cracking jokes, trying to see if they were human, and they would inch further away from me. Like I stank.

Throughout the years I always managed to sit next to another funny kid. There are three funny boys that made my days in school bearable. No, fun. I wanna say a quick thanks to these gentlemen who fueled my laugher and made me smile.

Boy #1: Thanks for taking those two hours to surreptitiously tie my shoelaces to the desk. I pretended not to notice what you were doing between history and spelling, but I didn’t want to ruin your fun. Plus, I wanted to see if I would really fall once I stood up.

I did, and we got the whole class to laugh. Classic. Thanks for that. Also, thanks for calling me “Wench” once we got into junior high. It never failed to make me laugh, and it still does.

Boy #2: Thanks for being the one bright spot in Mrs. Drews’ computer class. While I was the solitary upper-classman in a class of lowly freshmen you managed to get me kicked out multiple times for laughing. I had no idea why you made me practically cry with laughter, but now it’s all so clear.

You married my future bestie! No wonder I loved you ????

Boy #3: You were the worst of them all. I would giggle as soon as the door opened and your porcupine head turned to find me. You’d smile a sheepish grin and we would settle in for our hour of flirting. I didn’t know then that it was flirting. I thought you were just another of the boys that would make class a little more fun. But you made me laugh so much that I fell in love with you. I just didn’t notice cause I was laughing so hard.

You see, the people you sit next to in class matter. They matter a lot. You might just meet your husband and your best friend’s husband. You never know what’s possible when you’re looking for laughter….Come to think of it, I better figure out who Coco’s sitting next to…