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Kenna told Grandson that he could invite a friend if he liked; but to see if whoever he invited could come home with him after school so that we could leave as soon as she got home from work.
This really cute, little clean-cut guy did indeed come home with him. Now, one has to understand that Grandson attends a school with nearly 3,000 students, so it is impossible to know all his friends and their parents.Â
At any rate, we stopped to get something at McDonald's as we were driving down. Grandson told his mom just to get his usual. When we asked his friend what he wanted, he turned to Grandson and inquired, "What do you usually get?" He told him, and the little friend said that sounded good--that he would have the same.
Now, OU puts on quite a show. There's constant music; the jumbotron is monstrouswith exposure on six sides; the mascots descend from the ceiling on >ropes; they dim the lights when the players are introduced, setting off butane flares. At halftime, a live band plays. It's almost like a rock band concert.
I >noticed that Grandson's little friend was really enjoying every minute of it. During the game, he was on his feet cheering, waving his "dorag" that was available on every seat.
As we left to return home, Kenna asked the friend which elementary schoolhe attended. "I went to six different ones," he replied. I thought >that seemed a bit odd; but, of course, I didn't say anything.
When we arrived back in OKC,we asked him where he lived. He told us and we began looking for it; but he kept saying it didn't look right. Then, he mentioned that he lived close to Grant High School. Well, that is ten or twelve miles north of where we were.
But we finally found his house; It was right in the middle of the area where all the illegal immigrants live. I was shocked; but I said nothing. As we left, I asked Grandson how he was managing to attend Grandson's school, living where he did.
"He gives a relative's address, because his school is full of gangs and dope," Grandson replied. Then he added, "Please don't tell anyone, or they will make him go to Grant with all the dopers and gang members."
"He wants to get a good education. They don't even give homework at Grant because they know no one will do it."
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Kenna and I promised we would not say a word. But I was so happy the young man went with us. I hope it was special to him; it was special to me when I realized he had probably never got to have an evening like that.
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