A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

43check. He cut her hair back to just below hershoulders and gave her a loose perm that hepromised was low maintenance. Deborah wasabsolutely thrilled with the results and even insistedon taking me to the VIP room in Monets and shellingout for a bottle of bubbly. She confided that herearlier grouchiness had nothing to do with thewhopping she had received but that she hadn’t beento a hairdresser’s for over a decade preferring to trimher hair herself, which explains a lot.We head across the quadrangle. The quad isthe central thoroughfare and gals are beginning tomill about. Debs gives me a hug, wishes me goodluck and tells me to let her know if I need her. Weboth know what that means.I climb the broad flight of steps that will giveme a good vantage point so I can monitor theactivities in both the quad and the rec area. BeingDuty Monitor is terribly tedious, I’ll spend the daywandering about the vast compound keeping my eyeopen for overt mischief and malfeasance or excessiveand dangerous horseplay.After about fifteen minutes I see Gingercoming out of the main building. She has her handsstuffed into her blazer pockets and her gait isdecidedly stiff-legged. I walk down the steps andhurry across the quad.“I’m sorry about the red-card,” I tell her.She just shrugs. “Not your fault Nix, you werejust doing your job,” she assures me.“So how was it?” I ask.