When: 9 April 2003
Where: My Bubby’s House
Who: My Bubby
Weather: Warm, clear
I got the flu during spring break, and my mom had me stay at my Bubby’s, which was fine, because that house was essentially my vacation home. The house started out as a shotgun shack that was slowly expanded to three times its original size, all in the gleaming style of the Sixties. Also she had cable, I didn’t.
What really worried me was that all of this had already happened. Two months earlier, I went home sick, by that Wednesday all but ten students had been sent home and school was canceled for the rest of the week. And yet here we were again! But this time it was different.
At the house I had waking nightmares, I couldn’t sleep. After a while I realized I would feel better if I just got up, so I did. I plopped myself in front of the TV at 5 AM, and turned on CNN:
Only by having the flu, being at the house, and turning on CNN had I been witness to this historical event. America was vindicated again, we were welcomed as liberators, and the War in Iraq didn’t show up in the news again for three years.
I then changed the channel to MTV2 and watched The Vines.
Next: War isn’t the only reason to be afraid this Spring Break.