November 01, 2006

Phone Calls

I left work early today to pick up Bones from school. He was as white as a ghost. Even a half hour since he’d entered the clinic, having lain down for 30 minutes with his feet up, he was still scary white. The school nurse said he looked better than he had, which I’m not sure seemed possible.

We’re not sure what happened. He just suddenly felt awful, went white, and started to cry… during Mass. The Bish said Mass today and it was a full 90 minutes. I must wonder what would possess someone to come say Mass to a group of kids, and drag it out to 90 minutes, even if there was a Q&A for them to participate in. Ninety minutes is too long.

My eldest said it was probably one of the most boring things he’d ever attended.

My 2nd son, the one who once said he was thinking of being a priest, said he thought the event torturous, in particular as his lunch was cut to less than 10 minutes. (Mass ran into their lunch.)

Bones went white and almost fainted and said if he was ever a priest he’d never do that to a bunch of little kids.

I understand it is Catholic school, but I must question what the Bishop thought these kids were getting out of this? It’s a ‘know your audience’ thing. It really is.

I summed it up for the boys in the car. “You get a day off every time the Bish says Mass at the school. Consider 90 minutes of torture for a day off of school.” That seemed to make them feel better about the situation.

Anyway, this event, as I was driving to pick up Bones reminded of the time I received the following phone call from the School Nurse:

“The good news is… he never lost consciousness…” Loved that one.

Today’s was, “Bou, I think you need to come get Bones. He passed out during Mass…”

Oh then there are the calls that go like this, “Bou, this is the school. Mr. H needs to see you immediately.” That usually means it’s about a boy and a deed and it’s yet to be a good deed… I don’t like those calls either.

Posted by Boudicca at November 1, 2006 09:00 PM | TrackBack
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***...in particular as his lunch was cut to less than 10 minutes. (Mass ran into their lunch.)***


That's frickin' b.s. That actually makes me mad.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at November 1, 2006 10:01 PM

I think the reason that Bones got sick was all that stupid candy last night, he refused to eat a good breakfast this morning and then snack was postponed an hour and I think his body was just like "NOPE!"

And I don't think the Bishop knew their time schedule... but he SHOULD HAVE. Someone dropped teh ball on that and it pisses me off.

But the worst part? We still don't know what kind of fish and what river becasue the day was consumed with Mass and other things!!

Posted by: Bou at November 1, 2006 10:24 PM

"But the worst part? We still don't know what kind of fish and what river"...

Yeah! I wanted the answer to that riddle.

Posted by: Angus of Aberdeen at November 1, 2006 10:45 PM

I agree with you, Bou. Poor kiddo. I hope he's doing better after some rest at home and real food.

Less than 10 minutes for lunch? Who are they kidding. That's just irresponsible. If the Bishop went over, classes should have been curtailed, not lunch.

Posted by: caltechgirl at November 2, 2006 02:00 AM

Bah. You people are too easy on kids. They've got to learn how to sit in mass sometime, might as well learn when they're young.

Posted by: Ogre at November 2, 2006 10:52 AM

We had such awful air circulation in our church, I passed out on a regular basis growing up. It got to the point where I could feel it coming on and I'd leave to go outside. I hope for his sake it's only because of the candy and the weird eating schedule.

As for the mass - I've never understood this loooonnnnggg mass thing the Catholic Church likes to do. Not for school kids. I don't care if it's the Pope. When you're a kid and you have to go because it's part of the school thing... it should take the minimal amount of time. Then again - I never did like going to mass. Heh.

Posted by: Teresa at November 2, 2006 06:25 PM