Frankie is my hero
One of the things I love about my stepson Frankie is that he is his own person, a label defier. Even so, I underestimated his level of self assurance, which was revealed through a sociology experiment this second week of school.
The assignment; do something out of the norm to attract attention to yourself (in all of your classes, not just once) and note how people react to you.
One guy wore his girlfriends clothes, another put something weird behind his ear, another kid turned his desk around and things like that.
Frankie and I aren't exactly inseparable, but there have been events which tell of an unbreakable bond -- like the time he holed up in his room for three days listening to nothing but A Flock of Seagulls' "I Ran".
Love him.
He doesn't listen to bad music to be different, he does it for the love of the songs. It takes a strong person to publicly own The Bee Gees as your favorite band. It takes an even stronger person to stand up in the middle of class and ask, "Does anyone here remember Disco?" and then break into a confident rendition of Stayin Alive.
Oh yes he did!
Sometimes he was stopped after the first chorus and other's he went on for the entire song. He had one teacher stop him after his disco question -- made him sit back down, telling him she doesn't go for this sociology experiment (she made the kid who was wearing his girlfriends clothes go find a proper shirt because, "spaghetti straps are not allowed.")
Can you say stick in the mud?
Her loss -- I'd pay money to see Frankie bust out in class like that.
The assignment; do something out of the norm to attract attention to yourself (in all of your classes, not just once) and note how people react to you.
One guy wore his girlfriends clothes, another put something weird behind his ear, another kid turned his desk around and things like that.
Frankie and I aren't exactly inseparable, but there have been events which tell of an unbreakable bond -- like the time he holed up in his room for three days listening to nothing but A Flock of Seagulls' "I Ran".
Love him.
He doesn't listen to bad music to be different, he does it for the love of the songs. It takes a strong person to publicly own The Bee Gees as your favorite band. It takes an even stronger person to stand up in the middle of class and ask, "Does anyone here remember Disco?" and then break into a confident rendition of Stayin Alive.
Oh yes he did!
Sometimes he was stopped after the first chorus and other's he went on for the entire song. He had one teacher stop him after his disco question -- made him sit back down, telling him she doesn't go for this sociology experiment (she made the kid who was wearing his girlfriends clothes go find a proper shirt because, "spaghetti straps are not allowed.")
Can you say stick in the mud?
Her loss -- I'd pay money to see Frankie bust out in class like that.
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posted by kim at
6:44 AM
5 Comments:
Love quirky kids. And connecting over music can be such an upper, especially when it's with someone who wasn't even around for the era.
"Does anyone remember disco?"
Who forgot it? Disco erupted, died and had a comeback all before he was born.
Still, nice kid. Clean teeth.
Sure disco is alive and well, but it's called "club music" now -- so he thinks he's on to something.
As for the teeth, it's the sonicare.
i would so love to have seen frankie do his disco routine in class! rock on frankie, you're my kinda kid!
thanks for the visit by my place so i could come find this fabulous post!
Lime -- it was my pleasure, loved your biking story.
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