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.
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.