“Dear Parent, this letter is to inform you that your child is
truant as the result of three unexcused absences . . . “
Blah, blah, blah.
Whatever. I go, you yell at me for not sitting still or falling asleep. I don’t
go, I’m truant. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Chris left the letter on the kitchen table for his mom and
glanced at his watch. 10:40. What time
does the bus come? Maybe mom . . . he looked on the counter. Yep, she did. He smiled. She left his
ipad on the counter before she went to work and put a post-it note on it - “Bus
at 3rd and Hill at 11:00”. Oh,
crap.
He went to his room and banged out a question to a
discussion group for indie game developers.
“game locks up. problem lines
below. What’s the prob?”
Enter
Back to the kitchen to grab an apple and his ipad. Another
post-it under the ipad – “Don’t forget your keys – on hook by door”.
Apple in mouth, ipad under arm, ipod in pocket, out the door
with his keys. As soon as his butt hit
the bench at the bus stop, he saw the bus turn the corner and had to stand
right back up.
10 minutes into an online TedTalk about super string theory,
his phone vibrated.
