Barbara Ellen from Dimmitt and I tied the knot Tuesday evening, then went out for dinner on a friend at Chez Zee. It was loud in the restaurant and we both were debilitated by it, me because I’m 74 and don’t sleep well and her because she’s introverted and doesn’t like crowds, particularly noisy ones.
But we’re pleased to be married after two months of courtship and seven months of living together. “You’re mine,” BE said later, quoting the rabbi who was quoting from the Song of Songs, particularly appropriate in Elul, the month of love.
I told Mr. B. at Texas A&M by text and will send him a few pics of us at our simple and uncomplicated wedding in the rabbi’s study. I would post them but I prefer privacy, especially for BE. Take my word for it: We’re very happy.
He’s been there for the past week getting his dorm-apartment ready and scouting out savings on textbooks, sometimes finding as much as $50 off the list price.
Plus joining a fraternity, a big distraction that may prove fatal. He should be ready when classes begin this week. Good thing we held back on tickets to home football games. Might be problematic now.
Mr. Boy drove off to College Station this morning to participate in Texas A&M University’s four-day “Fish Camp” for incoming freshmen. As in “fresh fish.”
Originally an invention of the Corps of Cadets when A&M was an all-male military school (officially co-ed in ’63 but not actually until ’74 when women were allowed in the Corps), Fish Camp included some inevitable harassment of the newbies. It was only the prelude to Fish Year.
Mr. B. says it’s not that way now. Camp (in cabins around a lake) is just a chance to learn Aggie traditions while making new friends, with time out for swimming and games. We’ll see.
UPDATE: Harassment, of a sort, ensued when Mr. B. lost his voice from all the shouting that was required. He was quite hoarse when he came home. But he said he had “a great time” and made several friends.
He’s solo at a two-day new student conference, the way he wanted it. A reminder that my parents weren’t involved in my college career except to pay most of the bills. As I will be doing for him.
I wonder whether Mrs. Charm would have insisted on joining him? No matter. She’s there in spirit.
UPDATE: He cut it short, coming home in the early afternoon on the second day. Said he has his class schedule for the year and everything else he needs. Except textbooks, I imagine.
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.