Snyder moves closer to Halpert, shaking an indignant index finger at him; the boy loomed over him so that Snyder’s head is at an almost 45 degree angle to his body. “The other teachers might have bought that big-eyed innocent act, but I never did. You’re a trouble-maker, Halpert. In my school, I’m going to nip your type in the bud.”
Halpert steps back a foot or so and fidgets with his backpack strap. “Ok, ummm...”
Czarnecki, who’d been quiet for a while, suddenly looks around and says, “Hey, Mr. Snyder, how come you’re in the boys’ department? You got kids?”
Snyder sees Halpert give his friend a kick in the ankles. He says, “Don’t you juvies have a food court to go? Go clog your arteries with junk” He turns away and busys himself with winnowing through a table filled with half-priced shirts.
“Hey, yeah, that’s right where we were going.” Czarnecki smiles in anticipation.
Halpert says, “Yeah, well, good luck in California, Mr. Snyder. Don’t get swallowed up in, like, an earthquake or something.”
Snyder turns back and says, “People make their own luck. It’s all about seizing the opportunity. I doubt if you’ll remember that, Halpert, but it’s what separates the men from the boys. “
“Hmm, okay,” says Halpert. He and Czarnecki shuffle around for a moment and then, in unspoken agreement, turn and lope off toward the food court. Snyder watches them.
If it were up to him those two would have been expelled long ago. Kicked out on their asses. Snyder smiles to himself. He is in charge now. From now on, it’s his way or the highway.
He takes the shirts he’s buying and walks to the cashier. Anybody watching his progress would have said he had a jaunty air about him.
Cool!
Snyder moves closer to Halpert, shaking an indignant index finger at him; the boy loomed over him so that Snyder’s head is at an almost 45 degree angle to his body. “The other teachers might have bought that big-eyed innocent act, but I never did. You’re a trouble-maker, Halpert. In my school, I’m going to nip your type in the bud.”
Halpert steps back a foot or so and fidgets with his backpack strap. “Ok, ummm...”
Czarnecki, who’d been quiet for a while, suddenly looks around and says, “Hey, Mr. Snyder, how come you’re in the boys’ department? You got kids?”
Snyder sees Halpert give his friend a kick in the ankles. He says, “Don’t you juvies have a food court to go? Go clog your arteries with junk” He turns away and busys himself with winnowing through a table filled with half-priced shirts.
“Hey, yeah, that’s right where we were going.” Czarnecki smiles in anticipation.
Halpert says, “Yeah, well, good luck in California, Mr. Snyder. Don’t get swallowed up in, like, an earthquake or something.”
Snyder turns back and says, “People make their own luck. It’s all about seizing the opportunity. I doubt if you’ll remember that, Halpert, but it’s what separates the men from the boys. “
“Hmm, okay,” says Halpert. He and Czarnecki shuffle around for a moment and then, in unspoken agreement, turn and lope off toward the food court. Snyder watches them.
If it were up to him those two would have been expelled long ago. Kicked out on their asses. Snyder smiles to himself. He is in charge now. From now on, it’s his way or the highway.
He takes the shirts he’s buying and walks to the cashier. Anybody watching his progress would have said he had a jaunty air about him.
Simply very awesome! :)