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.
Up this morning to check Gas Buddy and found a Shell near us had gas, So filled my car up and then took Mrs. C.’s, which Mr. Boy drives, for a fill up. Felt good to be back in the modern world—for as long as it lasts.
The anti-Trump poop is getting really deep here in Lefty-land Austin. But this is a new one.
Picked up Mr. B. tonight after his Spanish club meeting. Drove past his favorite burger joint, a local shop called Wally’s. There, on Wally’s digital sign in big green letters: Pray For Our Nation.
Mrs. C. and I did too good a job, I said, meaning our time at the daily with its dominant Democrat reporting narrative and editorial viewpoint. The Democrats of course, are in low dudgeon and high smear as usual when they lose.
But Pray For Our Nation? Preposterous.
Mr. Boy is back to his school work, as a junior this year, with the added effort of Anderson High School’s speech and debate team. Had to buy him his first suit for this team’s competitions, which began last Saturday in the Lake Travis Classic at Lake Travis high school.
He and his partner won first in their division, Public Forum, arguing both sides of whether students should be allowed due process when school administrators decide to enter and inspect their lockers without their permission. The rest of the Anderson team also swept the field on their various topics and right into first place overall.
They’ll be at it again this weekend in Pflugerville. Mr. B. is sitting this one out because his partner is unavailable. As I understand it the team will be going at it just about every weekend for the rest of the semester but the participants will have to change their topics, and start over, every other month or so.
Somewhere Mrs. Charm is enjoying this, I’m sure, with the added advantage of being there.