Thursday, June 12, 2008

Bohemian Knuckle Boogie

Events of the past week have sapped our strength but strengthened our bonds with family & friends. As you probably know, The Scholastic Scribe is a high school teacher--hence, she is participating in all of the End-o'-School Janx, such as administering final exams, boxing up the contents of her classroom, & jackassing (a fab West Texas expression) a variety of heavy books and furniture (in anticipation of the installation of new plumbing/pipes throughout the building) over the summer. And don't forget--continuing to distribute those dern yearbooks!

Yes, we have lots o' estudiantes to help us with the Heavy Lifting. No, it's not always the best solution to use Teenaged Brawn, because by the time we explain what needs to be moved & where, they've already lost focus & we have to explain all over again. Also, teenagers generally are All About Themselves. That self-centeredness tends to manifest itself when kids drop "precious" objects & generally treat the transport of the Teacher's Personal Possessions as a chore that must be carried out quickly, so they can get back to all that crucial Yearbook Signing (sigh...).

This is also the week that Your Humble Scribe's Youngest Graduates From High. School. As we may have mentioned before, the intersection of the two events (End o' School for the Mom, Graduation for the Kid)combines to create the Perfect Storm--of Happiness, yes, but sometimes of Exhaustion & Frustration, as well.

We threw an Absolutely Fabulous Graduation Party for Ella Numera Dos last nite at our little ol' casita. Her friends & our friends were there in abundance, & if we do say so ourselves, we certainly throw down a mean shindig. It was supposed to be a 2-hour fĂȘte, featuring yummy cakes (strawberries & cream, lemon swirl, & chocolate with buttercream icing) & a chocolate fountain on the screen porch. The fountain was fun, but Party Planners Beware: It's a bitch to clean! Partygoers stayed for what seemed like hours, & the last guest departed around 11:30 p.m.

About half-way thru the fiesta, The Scribe's little sis', whose Hubby plays in a jazz/funk/soul combo in the Bay Area, started handing out complementary CDs. The Brother-in-Law's collaboration, Bohemian Knuckle Boogie, was soon blaring from the Plasma in the corner of the Family Room. What would we do w/o technology? BTW, a DVD & a Plasma make Beautiful Music Together.

Of course, we had to be at work at 7 to administer finals to our Little Darllin's. Even in our Cross-Eyed State this a.m., we were feeling a Great Deal of Accomplishment. Another year Down the Drain. Another chica Out the Door. Life Is Good.


Tara R. said...

It was quite an accomplishment for us to get one out of high school. It will be indeed another to survive the second one. Congrats to the grad and I hope you finally get all those yearbooks given away.

Melissa B. said...

tara: As I write this, I've been at school since 6:30 a.m., after watching The Youngest graduate last nite! It's 2:30 p.m. right now, & I'm finally seeing some light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Thanks for your commiseration!


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