Transferring to Podunk High
Originally posted on March 15, 2008
Jeremiah: You gotta call Mom, convince her to let me stay here.
Gideon: You’re kidding, right?
Jeremiah: Nope, dead serious.
Gideon: She’ll never allow it. She wants you to get your diploma – right on schedule - from that fancy school she sends you to.
Jeremiah: Well, maybe that’s not what I want. A diploma’s a diploma. I found out I can finish at the high school here, but they say a ‘parent or guardian’ has to enroll me.
Gideon: You think she’s going to fly home just for that?
Jeremiah: She might.
Gideon: *snorts* Like that’s gonna happen. There’d be too many questions; she’d have to admit to André that she’s old enough to have sons our age.
Jeremiah: You could do it, then. Sign me out up there, and in down here.
Gideon: No can do. I’d have to have her power of attorney, be your official and legal guardian. You sure you want that?
Jeremiah: No way. Come on, you can just sign her name on the papers for her.
Gideon: *mockingly* But my dear little brother, that just wouldn’t be right.
Jeremiah: You never seem to have any trouble forging her signature on anything else. Like for example, that lease on our house.
Gideon: *pauses* How did you find out about that?
Jeremiah: I called Maria to ask her to send more of my stuff. She “reminded” me that it was all locked away in storage.
Gideon: And I suppose you’ll tattle to Mom if you don’t get your way now?
Jeremiah: Isn’t that just what you’d expect? Isn’t that what you’d do?
Gideon: She won’t care, you know. As long as she doesn’t have to come back across the pond to deal with it personally.
Jeremiah: But she’ll want you to send her the money, and I bet you don’t have it anymore----- right? C’mon, with me staying on here, you could even extend the lease, pocket a little more green.
Gideon: *another longer pause* All right, I’ll get you enrolled. If it will keep you off my case, you can go to their damn podunk school there.
Jeremiah: I’ll fax you the forms.
Gideon: *musing* Jare…..
Jeremiah: Now what?
Gideon: No offense, but…. why the hell do you want to stay there? That burg is like, nowhere.
Jeremiah: Not that you’ll believe me, but I like it here in “nowhere.”
Gideon: Yeah? How come?
Jeremiah: Dunno, it’s like the people here are more….. real. And Asher treats me …… like a brother. Like you used to, before you decided I was always in the way of you getting your way.
Gideon: *dismissively* Whatever. Fax me the damn papers - I’ll sign them. Stay there in Hooterville as long as you want. Why should I care? *disconnects*
Jeremiah: YES!