My daughter is a high school sophomore today. Despite the fact that she was a high school freshman last year, the weight of those words never really registered. Our district houses teens in some funky way such that the freshmen do not spend their days in the hallowed halls of the big house high school. Instead the ninth graders are contained in the hormone infested junior high, along with the eighth graders. I swear you can feel the angst just driving past that place.
This morning she was headed for that building that holds students until graduation. This is the real deal. Luckily, Foz decided he should go for a walk right around the same time his girl was heading out for her hike to the bus stop. Make no mistake, we were not walking her to the bus stop. I am not a rookie! (I just act like one at certain times of the year.) We planned to turn left at the corner when she turned right.
Me - Wow, so have fun today!
Her - (type, type, type)
Me - I love you.
Her - I love you too.
Me - I am so proud of you.
Foz - Abort, abort! Woman, you are dancing too close to the flame, now shut up already. Nobody is going to buy your alleged "allergy eyes" excuse!