While On The Way Home From School

Just thought I would jot this down because life changes, and in no time at all this won't be my life. Spencer is in the high school musical. Practice starts a half an hour before his actual school gets out. So I pick up Sabrina from the high school then we drive over to the junior high and wait for Spence to get out of school. 

I could take Sabrina home on the way but she likes a drive and a talk. So I listen. Today I listened while I munched on chips and  bean dip. Sabrina discussed how much she loved the book Frankenstein and how her friends didn't understand the book like she did. Her friends only see the monster as... well...a monster. They don't see him as a tormented creature who didn't ask to be created and had not a single friend in the world. Her friends said big deal surely he could have handled his problems in some other way. To which Sabrina replied, "Easy for you to say. You are surrounded by friends and family who love you, and even if you didn't have them, you have a God in heaven who created you and loves you infinitely. The monster had literally no one. Even his creator loathed him. I feel sorry for Frankenstein's monster." This led to our favorite discussion about how this is why we love classic literature. The characters are so complex just like people are. We like books that leave you torn about the character. Deliciously flawed and complex characters. That is what modern fiction seems to be lacking. But don't get Sabrina on that rant.

Then Sabrina talked about how in creative writing class they sat in the dark auditorium and told ghost stories. Since Layton High is celebrating 50 years this year, they learned all about the barn that used to sit where the high school auditorium now stands.  A large family lived in that barn back in the early 1900's until the Spanish Influenza killed every single member of the family. There are those who have claimed to hear children's laughter in that auditorium. Good stuff. There's nothing like a good ghost story.

We finished up the conversation with Sabrina relating to me all sorts of Greek history. She adores her Greek and Roman history class and expressed to me that everyone should have to take such a history class since our very society is based on Greek philosophy, Greek democracy, Greek architecture, Greek literature, you name it, the Greeks started it, according to Sabrina.

That girl was born talking. The fabulous thing is that her brain is thinking in even more rapid succession than her tongue is speaking. So I just sit back and enjoy the drive while she enlightens me or makes me laugh until I can't breathe. It won't be long before she's off to college, and I will miss our afternoon talks. I'm glad I captured this talk on this day because I will have forgotten it by tomorrow.