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.
August 2nd, 2006 at 5:45 pm
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.
August 2nd, 2006 at 7:47 pm
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or drink.
August 29th, 2006 at 12:03 pm
Aw, I remember all of my “lasts”. But, then again, it was only about 7 years ago. :)
August 29th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Only 7 years ago? Gawd, how depressing. ;)