Teaching Kids with A.D.D. is Tricky - It Helps if You Have…Holy
Crap. Martha Stewart's Still on Television!?
by KCD's newest author and self-diagnosed A.D.D. sufferer/expert
Johnny "What's Going on Over There!?" Pneumonic
Summer vacation has begun after a painful year of teaching emotionally disturbed
students. I have decided to let KCDrinker be the avenue of distribution for my words. I
enjoyed meeting the owners of this web site at Buzzard Beach and things got really crazy
when I followed them to…
I came to Kansas from Oklahoma City on a very impulsive move after dating a now
published author from Chicago. I've been stagnating in the Okie zone for the last 20 years
and wondered why a totally non-fundamentalist would choose to stay there for so long?
So anyway, I followed the KCD pair to a KCK dive called the Gossip Inn for a beer.
I guess it's stupidity, procrastination, laziness and my own self diagnosed A.D.D.
that kept me in OKC. Kansas City was half way between Chicago and OKC, and Chicago is too
cold in the winter so why not?
There is a tendency for people to put teachers on a pedestal. They are not
supposed to drink or do other hedonist things that judgmental fundamentalists might frown
upon.
I'm not sure how to start this story or essay but if there appears to be interest
from an eclectic type of audience (like many of the interesting customers and bartenders
of Buzzard Beach), I would like to continue writing on many different subjects that might
interest this audience.
I sat in the car thinking after the interview with the emotionally disturbed
director of the KC school, "what will help talk me out of going back to the teaching
job in Oklahoma?" I checked out the apartments next to the school and they had a
beautiful pool that was telling me to swim laps in it before school in the a.m.
I went over to Buzzard Beach and a bloke who was a regular there told me to check
out First Fridays at the Nelson Atkins museum. After a couple of libations and feeling
good vibes from the friendly folks at the "Beach", I moseyed on over to the
museum.
And I could walk to school. There I met someone who also
So why not get out of Oklahoma, at least for a year, and give myself the chance to
get out of Oklahoma? Oklahoma is a Native American word meaning "not a goddamn thing
to do!" So now it's summer vacation again and wondering if I should hang out in a
city with bad roads and in need of a better mass transit system?
And I could walk to school. Did I already say that?
I write in a rambling sort of A.D.D. way depending on whether I've taken my
medication or what I've just smoked. I was sitting in Westport and remembered the great
time I had many years ago with our amateur tennis team partying in the area. I then
decided to have some coffee at the Broadway Cafe, and look for intellectual conversation
or a stimulating game of chess.
So now, I wanna yell FREEDOM and have the chance to at least start a book with
this rough draft of a man discovering how to deal with his own adult attention deficit
disorder.
The atmosphere was at least 20 points higher on the "bell curve" than
Bubbasville, Oklahoma. My relationship just ended after a long night in Westport Friday
night and so far so good. Someone who enjoys NPR, and going on bus rides for NOW to
Washington DC. Irish folks who have the gift of the gab and of course delightful accents
and words and
Oh my God. I can't believe Martha Stewart's on. Haven't they thrown her in prison
yet??
THE END
