Prelude to Senioritis

It started three weeks ago. The seventeen year old announced the senior year countdown. We’re not talking mere diploma delivery date here.

The dizzying whirlwind of “lasts” begins August 23rd. Last high school book day. Last first day of school for high school. Last time to buy a student parking permit.

Last Homecoming dance. Last first, second, third and fourth quarter exams. Last semester exams. Last Prom.

Last football game. Last Homecoming foot ball game.

I pointed out that he’s been to two games tops in the past three years. Undeterred, he divulged senior year plans that include every game in full green and white body paint. Loin cloth optional.

I feel a sacramental wine moment coming on.

4 Responses to “Prelude to Senioritis”

  1. Anne Says:

    After the first teenage left home to start her own life, i learned not to weep/celebrate the hs grad milestone of the other two. By that time i learned that grown children and swallows return home at regular intervals.

  2. Sandy Says:

    I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or drink.

  3. Ryan Says:

    Aw, I remember all of my “lasts”. But, then again, it was only about 7 years ago. :)

  4. Sandy Says:

    Only 7 years ago? Gawd, how depressing. ;)

Leave a Reply