Mr. B. doesn’t want me to accompany him to his new student conference later this month in Aggieland. I wouldn’t have fun, he says, as if fun were the be-all determinant of human behavior.
Mrs. Charm, were she still with us, would insist on going. On the other hand, I remember that my parents didn’t get involved in my college career. They just quietly paid most of the bills, as I will be doing now.
Finally. Whew. Only takes three hours to hand out diplomas to his 500-odd classmates. What do you bet they screw it up and give the wrong diploma to some.
But no more dealings with the school system for me. I finally get to unsubscribe from their various emails. No more of their political b.s. Oh happy day! Mrs. Charm can watch from afar. She’s been out of their loop for a while.
He’s happy, too, and ready to go off to Texas A&M University in August. After he spends the night at the school. Huh? Yep that’s what they’re gonna do. Spend one last time in the old hoosegow. Me I’d want to be as far away from the place as possible.
UPDATE: The school system took no chances with the diplomas and gave the graduates a card saying to pick up their diplomas June 6 in the school office.
MORE: I wasn’t surprised to see the valedictorian was a girl or that she was Asian-American. I was a little bit surprised that she was Vietnamese.
Mr. Boy passed his Board of Review last night and is officially an Eagle Scout. He beat out his father (Star Scout) and grandfather (Life Scout).
The actual presentation won’t be until the end of the month but we’ll sing his praises here and now. With twenty-one merit badges, no less. The soon to be high school graduate will be enrolling at Texas A&M University in the fall.
Somewhere nearby Mrs. Charm is smiling.
Despite wanting to be a Longhorn since grade school, he’s decided to take the bird in the hand and go to Texas A&M. He’s excited about it. Wonder how much the fact that A&M is only two hours away had to do with it.
Tyler is 4-5 hours distance and is a gamble on getting into UT-Austin.
But then he may try to transfer to Austin from Aggieland if his freshman grades are good enough. They’ve slotted him to be a veterinarian which he doesn’t want. I expect he can transfer to another major if his grades are good.
Two mixed-breed cats came with Barbara Ellen to live with us at the rancho. Checkers, her six year old favorite, and Eva, her daughter’s cat who specializes in mischief while her daughter is away.
Checkers has a sinus infection for which he’s taking antibiotics so he sleeps most of the time. Eva, the evil one I call her, spends her time pulling things out of drawers and sleeping in cabinets. We’re slowly adjusting to each other.
Mr. Boy keeps his bedroom room door closed to keep them out after I had to close the study door to keep them from chewing on the electronics cables. We keep our bedroom door closed to keep them from climbing on us while we’re asleep. Otherwise they have the run of the place. Unlike Senor Gato, otherwise known as Pumpkin, they’re strictly indoor cats.
That’s Mr. B.’s dilemma. Go to Texas A&M, which has accepted him, or do the UT Austin CAP program at UT Tyler?
UT Austin didn’t accept him but their CAP program did. It requires a year at another UT System school like UT Tyler, achievement of a minimum 3.2 average (on a 4.0 scale) and subsequent transfer to Austin. So is it the bird-in-the-hand or the bird in the bush? Stay tuned.
I used to razz Mr. Boy about wearing shorts in the winter. Still do on occasion. But he’s got nothing on the two cute middle-school girls I saw climbing Hart hill the other morning in 38 degree weather. They had on very short shorts. I couldn’t enjoy the view I felt so sorry for them.