At this ungodly-for-a-Saturday hour, Emily is slaving away over section I of the SATs. Her own construction zone of a school isn't offering it this time round, so the closest alternate site was the high school in the district occupying the northwest corner of our quaint little town. For reasons never quite made clear to me, the district, high school and the road leading to it are all named "Sweet Home." So naturally, ever since she printed out her admission ticket last night, I've had Skynyrd on the brain, and am doing all things possible to clear it out.
Warren Zevon's answer song to it, first line of the chorus noted above, has certainly helped. So has this: it's a poem written by Amherst native and faboo author Laura Pedersen, back when she was a senior at Sweet Home around the same time I was still in high school. It was her contribution to her senior-year literary magazine, and on first reading it reminded me a great deal of the same kind of smarmy shit we got contributed to our literary magazine (which I, the editor of, would always summarily reject):
Impressions
Finally we understand the
Caring and kindness which
You generously offered to
Us.
And so now we appreciate
Each and every special
Teacher who helped cultivate
Our integrity, maturity, and
Excellence.
True, but tile ultimate and
Real test now begins
Impressions of nostalgia shouldn't
Hinder our every move.
Lovely memories last forever.
Fortunately, no such editorial discretion was applied to this fine work, and it made it into the final edition unscathed. Unscathed, that is, until the principal figured out the secret code in the poem. While the capitalized first letters of each line didn't amount to anything, the first letter of every other word spelled out Fuck You Sweet Home Burn In Hell.
He made Laura rip the page out of every copy and banned her from graduation ceremonies. From what I remember of my graduation, I'm not sure I see the deterrent effect in that second part of the punishment.
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Date: 2009-10-10 01:42 pm (UTC)And I concede that the scarcity of SAT sites was somewhat contrived in my state-- in the midwest the ACT is more popular, it was cheaper anyway I think (?), and had more test sites. I LOVED that test. I did fine on the SAT, but I LOVED the ACT.
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Date: 2009-10-10 01:50 pm (UTC)And when we get home, I'll probably yell at her to get off my damn lawn.
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