Breakfast Club

Aaahhhh...Saturday morning. Think cold Autumn morning, snuggled up under piles of quilts, sunshine creeping in through the curtains...that's where I wish I was this morning! Instead, I am sitting in a classroom full of teenage delinquents. Yes, I am in Saturday detention hell. When I was in college at the illustrious Purdue University, the term "Breakfast Club" held an entirely different meaning. I've tried to evoke that spirit this morning as I pulled on a pair of comfy jeans and pulled out my faded Purude sweatshirt and headed out into the frosty air at 7:30am on a Saturday morning. Back in my younger days, breakfast clubs were held on the mornings of home football games. Illustrious college students would dress in costumes, drag, or pajamas and head out into the morning to the local bar. There, they would find waiting for them, an ice cold beer or bloody mary, good music, and other like-minded individuals who lived by the adage "It's noon somewhere!" Breakfast Club would end precisely one hour before the game started, and most of the patrons would end up precisely where they had started the morning...back in bed! And here I am, years later...sitting in a bare classroom with 14 teenagers, thinking that a bloody mary would make us all much happier!