A Fool Skipping School

A Fool Skipping School

A Story by T. L. O'Neal

Just another story about something stupid I did as a kid.


A Fool Skipping School
Written by: T. L. O’Neal


    Everyone has done stupid things as kids, and I was certainly no exception. To tell you the truth I probably have done more stupid things than most people. I just never could help it really; I guess it was in my genetic makeup or something like that. More than likely it comes from my Dad’s side of the family, because he seemed to be the master when it came to doing dumb-a*s things. Hell, I still do stupid things even now; I just don’t think ahead too far I guess. So when it comes to kids growing up, one foolish thing they always seem to do and it’s a sort of right of passage too I guess is and always has been… skipping school.  I suppose in a way it’s how they get that feeling of having a little power and freedom in their lives.


    When I was in the sixth grade we were living in Texas at the time and I never really had thought about skipping school that much, until this new kid moved down the block and started school where I was going. Why is it always the new kid? Anyways, he and I became fast friends and he had this brilliant idea to skip school on that upcoming Friday. I was reluctant to do it but he persuaded me to go ahead and skip with him. He said that he had done it many times, and that there was nothing to it. He also said that it would be a lot of fun too. Yea right.


    I wish I had knew then what I know now, that whenever someone says that there isn’t nothing to something, they’re either stupid or lying, maybe a combination of both. Whatever the case, I let him talk me into this so-called adventure. He then proceeded to tell me that you could do whatever you wanted to do; anything… is what he told me. To tell you the truth, I never did know what I wanted and to this day I’m still not sure half the time. Anyhow, we were walking to school that morning and then ducked into this small canyon to hide out in. It was somewhere that I always used to like to go play, so I knew my way around it pretty good.


   The canyon was close enough to the school that we could hear the morning bell go off, and then we knew that our adventure was about to start… but what to do first? That was a big question considering that we hadn’t made any plans at all on how to spend the day. So we decided to go watch all the kids go to class. This gave us a superior attitude since we were free from the confines of the school and they weren’t. This did feel pretty good to us, like we were getting away with something, but how do we fill up the whole day when you have to hide the entire time? So we decided to explore around a bit, which wasn’t really anything special since I’d done it a hundred times over already, but we did it anyhow.


   There was an old shack down in there by a grove of Oak trees, so we went to it first. It was a pretty neat shack as far as shacks go, at least in the eyes of two sixth graders. Well, everyone around there just called it the hobo’s shack but more than likely it was something some older teenagers built to go party in. There were some girly magazines in it and we thumbed through them a bit, we did find them curious but that was about it. We weren’t old enough to make maximum use of them if you know what I mean.


   We soon grew tired of that and decided to look around some more in the canyon.  Sometimes we would find dead animals that washed into it after a big rain or some bones that were always neat to look at. If the animals hadn’t been there too long and were bloated, we would stomp them. Now this wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences in the world but for a young boy it was kind of cool. Especially the sound that it made and the green fog that would come out and hover in the air. Even with the stench and the heaving that you would do after smelling and tasting that putrid scent that was released into the air… it was still fun.


  The one thing that we did forget to do however was to bring some food with us. If this guy had so much damn experience at this; skipping school that is; you would think he would have had enough sense to bring along something to eat. He did come up with a plan for that though, one that I wasn’t that crazy about… it was stealing.


   This little fun excursion was starting to turn into a pain in the a*s. He said he knew where a house was that had some fruit trees in the backyard. So here we go down the back alleys and cutting through yards till we got to the house. We jumped the fence and it was a nice house too; not what two poor kids were used to. Anyways, we jumped it and starting picking pomegranates. Not the best fruit to make a meal out of but being that it was the only thing in season that’s what we got. I never had seen or heard of one before but every time that I see one in the grocery store now; this is what I think about.


   We were picking away and filling up our jackets with them, when out of nowhere came the maid that worked there. She came out screaming at us in Spanish and swinging a broom. We didn’t understand the language but we understood that broom all right. Damn, as mad as she was you would of thought those pomegranates were hers, or maybe she just liked them a lot. So we lit out of there like there was no tomorrow and we ran out and jumped that fence as fast as we could go. We didn’t even slow down running across the street till a car slammed on its brakes and almost killed us. I remember it was so close that I touched the hood of it with my hand to brace myself up to keep from falling when it stopped… I was scared shitless.


    The man in the car seemed to be concerned…about his car that is. He cussed us up and down and screamed till I thought he would bust a vein, maybe he just liked pomegranates too. Or the simple fact that we were holding him up from going to meet his secretary for some private dictation, that’s enough to make anyone mad I guess. Whatever it was, we got the hell out of there too and ducked back into the safety of the canyon. As we were going back to our little hideout, I stepped on a coral snake. Now this is the most poisonous snake in the country and I had the good fortune to step on him. He did get a little pissed at this and struck at me but luckily all he got was blue jeans. This skipping school idea was starting to look more and more like a bad idea as the day went on.


   We made it back to the hideout and decided to go ahead and eat. I wasn’t too sure what to do with this leathery covered fruit, so I watched him to see what I was suppose to do with it. I didn’t want to look stupid or anything like that you know. When he tore his open I was even more confused on what to do with it then, it looked like it was full of reddish frog eggs. He started to rip out those frog egg looking seeds and starting chewing on them and then spitting them out. I wasn’t very keen on eating something that looked like it came out of the backend of a frog but I was hungry. So I did as he did and to tell you the truth they weren’t that good in taste or very filling either. They sure weren’t worth all the trouble that we went through to get them or the fact that a car almost hit us too.


   With our stomachs still empty and us bored as hell, (I wished I was back in school.) we decided to go exploring some more. At least this would help to eat up some of the time out of the day till it was ok to go back home; I sure didn’t see anything exciting about this skipping school mess. At least at school you do get a hot lunch and you can sleep on your desk part of the day.


    So we were exploring around and we decided to walk this rock ledge that was up high a bit, it seemed to be a good idea at the time. As we were walking along, I stepped on some loose rocks and when they gave way, I fell off the ledge. Luckily for me there was a large grouping of cactus growing down there and I landed smack dab in the middle of them. Luckily it didn’t have the big-type thorns but those small hair-like ones. So instead of getting a few big thorns, I got thousand of small ones. I got them stuck all in my legs, a couple thousand I do believe. At least I had something to do now, which was pulling those cactus thorns out of my legs. I always had liked cactus, to look at them anyways, but at the moment I didn’t particularly care that much for them that much. After all this, I was pretty doggone sure that God was punishing me for skipping school. I never had such a string of bad luck in all my life.


    I could tell you one thing; this skipping school junk just wasn’t working out that great for me. I didn’t think it was that great and it sure didn’t turn out as I expected it would. Anyways, I picked those thorns out for an hour or more, and then we decided to give the adventuring up and go back to his house and wait till school let out. We crawled in through the back window and stayed there and watched TV. Now I’m not an expert on skipping school by any means but wouldn’t it made better sense to went to his house first. There was food there and stuff to do and the big one, it wasn’t hazardous to our health. I have to admit; I was pretty pissed off at him for not mentioning that we could of gone to his house. With all that starving we did and the fact that it was just a miserable time all away around, it didn’t exactly endear me to the fella. I guess that’s why I can’t even remember his name now.


   When school finally did let out, I took my a*s home. Boy, was I ever glad to be back there too. Even with the all the chaos at home, it was still better than going through what I just had done. I never did find out if he got in trouble for skipping or not, because we moved back to North Carolina that weekend. That day I skipped was suppose to be my last day of school and if it hadn’t been, I seriously doubt that I would have done it. If I had known what I had to go through skipping, I damn sure wouldn’t have done it for sure.


    We made it back to the old NC without much incident. And I was glad to get back here where things seemed to be a bit better, except for the fact that I brought back with me some Texas cactus thorns still in my legs. It was a painful reminder that skipping school was a stupid mistake that I did, and I wouldn’t be doing that again till high school.



© 2010 T. L. O'Neal

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odd and weird story from a kid's life.... i didn't skip school until it was sanctioned in HS (we had one per semester) i spent mine playing pinball (which i hated) in a bowling alley (which i also hated) and when i got home, the school had called, so my mom had to cover for me. to make things more stupid, school had let out that day at 10am due to a teacher's death....
not as eventful as yours but just as senseless... this one reminds me what a great storyteller you are. the ability to make someone take your experience and relate it to their own life, another good one TL

Posted 10 Years Ago

21 of 21 people found this review constructive.


I also loved this. I got my school dress caught on a fence once while trying to climb over it to skip school. I slipped and was hanging by my dress, which may as well have slipped right over my head. that day I learnt three lessons... 1) Dnt climb fences in dresses 2) Wear pretty underwear if you plan on accidentally exposing yourself to everyone, and 3) Skipping school is harder than just staying in school.

Thanks for the read.. I enjoyed it as I usually do - I love your sense of humour and the way you t ell stories.

Posted 10 Years Ago

9 of 9 people found this review constructive.

Oh Yeah! this brought back some memories for me, except I got caught. I always got caught doing bad things. LOL Another amazing write from you T. I liked your description of the pomegranats, I like that fruit except its kind of messy to eat.

Posted 10 Years Ago

9 of 9 people found this review constructive.

'skipping school. I guess in a way it�s how they get that feeling of having a little power and freedom in their lives.' That is so true!! You have some amusing memories!!

I was a chronic skipper with good grades in High School ; Then I arranged my schedule with four study-halls and never went- I remember, in Jr.High I had a dangerous friend who convinced me to take barbituates once and go to gym class. That was interesting. We were sent home and trouble followed.

Posted 10 Years Ago

9 of 9 people found this review constructive.

Now I can say that I am honestly happy that I never skipped school. You give many reasons why I shouldn't. But from what you said, you did it again in High School?! I am certain that you skipped for a girl that time . . .lol . . .
Nicely written, my friend. I enjoy how you lead us around on your little adventure. It was a very entertaining read.

Posted 10 Years Ago

9 of 9 people found this review constructive.

Do we suffer from inherited stupidity through DNA? That�s the question you have left me with T.L.

Could answer allot of those self imposed questions I�ve asked myself; like - �What did I do That for?� Mind you, I�ve never squished a dead bloated green frog in my life - fun you say ... Hummm. I did try smoking� a bulrush once, not to be recommended (not a cigar after all).

As per usual, a great, entertaining and an antidote to life�s little anomalies.

Brilliant! (P.S.) Until high school you ended ... So what happened then?

God�s Blessing

Posted 10 Years Ago

8 of 8 people found this review constructive.

Another enjoyable adventure. Never did skip school myself, but there were other things. I hardly even missed for being sick, and the one day I missed one year in high school was the only time my H.S. had a streaker. But I digress. This story flowed very well. Interestingly, it seemed to have less country language than some of your other ones - though it did have some. That does not matter to me in terms of readability, but only because it's one of your signatures.

Posted 10 Years Ago

8 of 8 people found this review constructive.

As usual, this is a very nice story. It's a very well written story about a defining moment during your childhood and learning a lesson. I only skipped school once, and I came back to school a couple hours later(acting as if I was just tardy.lol) because it didn't seem to fun to me to skip school. And for you at the moment when you skipped, it definitely wasn't a fun moment!

Well anyways, I really enjoyed this story. It was entertaining and it kept my interest from beginning to end.

Nice job.:)

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 of 10 people found this review constructive.

Clever piece -- as they always are. Such a wonderful sense of narration you have. You bring the past to life.

Just a couple of errors you might want to look at --
"right of passage" -- would usually be "rite", but you might mean it as written in this case...

"it�s brakes" -- that pesky "its" again...

"wouldn�t it made better sense" -- I think you are missing a "have" between "it" and "made"

"to went to his" -- probably better to say "to go to his"

Anyway, I really enjoyed this slice of your life. :) Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 of 11 people found this review constructive.

:) enjoyed it.you have a talent for bringing back childhood .

Posted 10 Years Ago

12 of 12 people found this review constructive.

Another great read, very enjoyable. We all have these memories it seems and I am no exception but, as a serial absconder, there never was any retribution for me, only from myself in later life

Posted 10 Years Ago

12 of 12 people found this review constructive.

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T. L. O'Neal
T. L. O'Neal

In the sticks, NC

I started writing as a way to work out my feelings and found that I enjoyed it very much. I enjoy humor and feel that you can find it in most things, even though it may be hard to find at the moment. .. more..


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