Yesterday, my grandmother got her hair done. This has no point in the story other than since she was out of the house, my grandfather decided to do something that she didn’t want him to try to do – fix the overhead light in the dining room. Of course, yours truly quickly enlisted in the cause. You don’t think I’m going to let an 80-year-old man get on a ladder by himself, do you?

Anyway, my grandfather went and got a new light socket for the light. The old one had bakelite that had worn away and somehow caused the whole thing to not work. He insisted upon trying to install the new one himself. So I held the ladder for him and shined a flashlight into the crevice where the socket was going. He needed to connect the two wires to the new socket. But he got tired. So I told him to let me try.

We now have a working light fixture. It really wasn’t that difficult of a task; getting two wires connected to the screws on the sides of the socket and tightening the screws to ensure the connection is not that tough. But to hear my grandfather talk about it, you’d think I’d built the power plant for the city of Birmingham.

My grandfather doesn’t understand why I like school so much, and he doesn’t think much of the computer topics that I’m learning about. But he’s convinced now that school’s all right – after all, if I learned to do that in school (and I must have, seeing as I’ve never done anything else, right?), then school must not be that bad.