Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

2 months . . . . 2 long months! :)

It's been just over two months since I last posted.   Does this make a me a "former blogger?"

It might.

Since I last posted, we've had band concerts, banquets, AP exams, final exams, baton recitals/competitions, and the middle school end of year dance.  Gracie and I made a quick trip to Cali for BFF Alex's bat mitzvah.  Matt passed took (and passed!) Drivers Ed, we celebrated Easter, Orthodox Easter, Mother's and Father's Day.  Gracie became a teenager, I turned 40-something, and now Matt is off to the summer golf academy and Gracie and I just returned from band camp at UT.  

But most importantly we finished the 7th and 9th grades.   PRAISE GOD, Y'ALL!  

In some ways I feel like summer vacation is almost over, even though we're only about a month in.  Maybe its because marching band starts up so early, but I feel like it's going by too fast.  For goodness sake, we've only made 3 ice cream tour stops!

Here's a few quick peeks at what we've been up to.   I'll try to pop in more regularly . . . promise!







Monday, August 13, 2018

Like father, like daughter

Today was the first full day of school.   I packed lunches.  They remembered to take the lunches.   Marching band after school.   Baton tonight.  And of course, there is homework.

Homework.  I have not missed you.

Everybody managed to find and sit with their friends at lunch, so that makes for happy kids.  Right up until the point that they got homework.  Then, not so happy.  Easy come, easy go.

Have I mentioned that Charlie's dementia insomnia has returned?   No sleep for the weary.

And in slightly lighter news, we have discovered that Gracie's 7th grade science teacher (well known as the toughest teacher in the school) was also Bassam's 8th grade science teacher at a private school across town.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Big days . . . school days

So yesterday this happened. . . . .
15 years old and driver's learning permit in hand.   And no, he didn't drive home. 

I'm giving serious thought to how I can "fix" the DMV.   I'm only half kidding.  I also think I could be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize if I figure it out. #NotKiddingAtAll

Less than 24 hours later, the kids were back to school.   Both were up early (never an issue for my kids) and dressed and ready with plenty of time for me to "torture" them with pictures.  I do enjoy how they act surprised that I'm going to take them.  We started in preschool, so I've been doing this for the last 13 years without fail.  #BetterLuckNextYear

It was only a 1/2 day, so I managed to get nothing done while there were gone except for making a few phone calls, getting a haircut and picking up some last minute school supplies at Office Max.  Then it was time to get back in the highly disorganized middle school carline.   Between construction, confusion of new families, 100 out of zone families (can't take the bus), and the fact that it's the first day, there was all kinds of chaos.  And not controlled chaos.   Opportunity for another Nobel Peace Prize?

286 days until summer vacation! 

Friday, August 3, 2018

Band camp and more . . .

Last full week of summer vacation has come and gone.

It was hardly "vacation" for Matt, who spent 48 hours at marching band camp.  12 hours a day for 4 days straight.   Sorry, football team . . . you've got nothing on the band.   The parents got a sneak peak and what they've been working on and it looks good.  Marching band is a whole lot harder than when I was in school.  We marched.  Left. Right. Left. Right.   They march front, back and sideways.  Sometimes they run.  Sometimes up on their toes.   Always while playing their instrument.   I'm in awe.

As the teachers reported back to work today, my friend Colleen and I were busy with PTO hospitality.  This morning, we did a breakfast at the middle school and then a lunch at the high school.   Both went well, but it sure was strange doing an event at the high school.  We fed over 100 teachers, and other than the band director and a math teacher who is the ex-wife of a college friend of Bassam's, they were all strangers. 

Incidentally, the math teacher I know will be Matt's teacher for Algebra II Honors this year.  What are the chances?

Since Gracie didn't have band camp, we knocked out some back to school shopping, she picked out a new pair of glasses, new shoes and she spent 5 hours at school with me sorting school supply boxes. Gracie also managed a couple trips to the pool with friends, so it wasn't all work and "boring errands."

As for this mama, I'm desperately trying to get my calendar organized,  paying school fees left and right and gearing up for lunch making, carpools and homework.

It's not even over yet and I already miss summer.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Not just another Wednesday . . .

Today was a busy day. 

And a big day.

And for Charlie, an unpleasant one.

Before noon I had already made a trip to the high school, the vet, the DMV, the emissions testing station, a stop at work, back to the DMV, home, dropped Gracie at a friend's house, Home Depot, and then back to the high school. 

Matt went to high school orientation.  HIGH SCHOOL, y'all!  I'm usually ready for this kind of thing.  But I've recently whipped myself into a bit of a panic, albeit a very quiet panic.  No need to worry the boy.

While Matt was off learning the ins, outs, rules and layout of the high school, Gracie and I made our first trip to the DMV.  It was driver's license renewal time and according to the Tennessee Department of Safety & Homeland Security I needed a new picture.

Oh joy. 

The DMV did not disappoint.   There was not a single open parking spot in the lot.   And better yet, the lot dead ends, so all of the non-spot-finding customers were awkwardly turning around in the lot, blocking the way for people who were waiting for the lady who gets in her car and sits for 7 minutes before finally pulling out. 

Come on, people.

I finally gave up and illegally parked at a high ropes course lot nearby and hoofed it over to the DMV.   My luck turned as the nice man at the information desk informed me I could use the express kiosk because my old picture still "pretty much looked like me."  It didn't keep me from getting a new, awkward picture, but apparently at a quick glance, he recognized the old photo as me and gave me a pass. 

After the DMV, it was on to the emission testing station.  While the Brentwood station is known for having no-wait (I was literally in and out in less than 4 minutes last year), I was closer to Franklin, so went there.   I mistakenly got in the line with the chatty technician.  And for every one car he tested, the other lane got through three. 

I do this at the grocery store, too. 

Midway through my next couple errands, I realized I forgot to pick up the Rules of the Road book (I think it has another name, but that's what we called it back in the day!) for Matt who turns 15 in just a couple weeks.  Gotta pass the test to get the permit.  And gotta study to pass the test.

Back to the DMV.   And no surprise, still nowhere to park.

I greeted my old friend at the information desk who pointed to a large stack of books near the door.  HOW DID I MISS THEM THE FIRST TIME?!??   He told me to tell Matt to study from the book only, because all the information online was "not theirs" (meaning Tennessee, I assume).   I wanted to ask "Whose information is it?"  But really, I wanted to get out of the DMV more, so I took my book and walked back over to the lot of the ropes course. 

While all this was happening, Charlie was at the vet for "the works."   He got his annual check up, blood work drawn, rabies shot, anal gland drained (EWWWW!) and a haircut.   I felt like such a mean dog mama putting him through this all at once, but he came out looking fantastic.   I took him to Sonic to reward his good behavior with a little soft serve.

Matt joined in the Sonic celebration, having survived the first morning of high school orientation.  He was not overly impressed with the activities or all of the kids in his homeroom, but he survived and agreed that he was glad he went.   Tomorrow he gets his schedule (although it may or may not be what his schedule ends up being on the first day of school) and locker assignment, too.  He asked to hang around for a bit afterward so he could see where all his classrooms were and maybe figure out when he could go to his locker.  I was SUPER HAPPY that he thought of it, but totally played it cool and just said, "If you want."

I have three weeks to get ready to be a high school mom.