Of course, that could be because we didn't hang around to actually meet any of the teachers (and FYI, this is part two to an earlier post). After sitting in an auditorium for an hour enduring the onslaught of college information, we were all a little more than fried. Don't get me wrong, it was great information... just too much at one time. Our oldest has his sights set on a tech school anyway, so that will all be pretty straight forward and not much of an application process. I thought it was good, though, for the middle and the youngest to sit through the whole college presentation thing.
That is until the middle informed me he slept through most of it.
Oh well. We really do try.
Anyway, after learning that we have to have a senior pic done at a particular studio if we want it in the yearbook and that the deadline is eight days away (how did I miss that memo?) I felt myself slipping into a minor panic mode. I got the graduation date marked down (only ten tickets per grad) and I think I caught the info on ordering the cap and gown (no extras for us). When the words of the speaker began to form the old blah, blah, blah sound in my ears, I knew we were done. We slipped out with the other slackers, paid our five dollar guilt-fee to the PTA, and debated if we really needed to do the whole open house thing. Keeping in mind that this is a big school and nothing really important happens in these two-minute meet-n-greet sessions, we opted to bolt for the car.
And the husband spent his birthday money on Chili's.
It was the best open house ever.
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