Lucky

 When you were in high school you try to impress your friends, be the class clown, sit in the back of the room, get 100% on your match quiz, make weird sounds, throw spit balls, sit next to the same person on the bus, and fart as often as possible if you are a boy. Nathaniel did all of the above and more. He was Nan's first born, a blonde hair blue eyed king of the world. He was an actor at all times and everyone clapped their hands for all of his antics. From 1st thru 8 grade when I entered the classroom the teacher would say, "Are you Nathaniel's sister"? He was one year older than me. His grades were through the roof, he was a whip with math, science, English, history and the German language. He was admitted to a prestigious Catholic high school with an enormous tuition. Everyone expected great things from him, all he wanted was attention. He took a private bus at 6:30 a.m. every morning for a 1 1/2 hour ride to school, it was 42 miles from our home. He returned home at 6:30 p.m. every night. The first to be picked up and last to be dropped off. 

The teachers and dean of students started to get suspicious when they found large burn marks all over the walls of the gym, rest rooms and locker room. They could not figure out who, what, where, when and especially WHY?  Nathaniel and his buddies would fart into a mason jar, immediately screw the lid on tight and carry the jar in their back packs. When the opportunity arose, no one was looking, they would press the jar against the wall and strike a match. The gasses in the jar would make a huge explosion onto the wall. The jar was burning hot, they wrapped a pair of underwear inside the jar and put it back into their backpack, til next time. Four boys were finally caught and punished. They were not expelled it was worse, they were kicked off the bus. Their parents had to find a way to get them back a forth to school. Nan with children hanging from her breasts to her legs was furious, she had to find a way to keep him in that school because of his great brain and the schools' great academics. He played other trick on teachers and students but he made it through 4 years and went on to an Electrical Engineering course at an Ivy League University.

His major was beer, his minor was women. He pledged the #1 fraternity and got in. He only came home once a month to kiss Nan on the cheek and do his laundry. There was no scholarship so the entire tuition was up to the family with more babies added each year. It was worth it because he was King of the World. His grades never suffered and the parties never stopped. Spring break was usually in the Poconos, because the Florida beaches were 2000 miles away. He did not have a job during college due to his heavy class schedule. He graduated with a 4.0 with a job creating new technology with the #1 Engineering firm in the World. The drinking never stopped and his job ended within 3 years. He threw everything away for a glass of beer and a good time.

Move On!