The last day of a crazy month. Can't say I'll miss May.
Today is the awards ceremony at Daughter Number Two's school. I am hoping to win the coveted Parent Award for Heroism Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.*
Senioritis is still making my life a living hell. Last week she called from school, had me convert her .fcp file to a .mov file and, after opening her desktop on my computer, burn the file onto a CD—all of which is outside my comfort zone. Then I raced to school in time for her to show the video to her class, thus saving her A in English. (She'd been in Germany for a softball tournament until the day before, and hadn't had time to work on the project beforehand.) Yesterday a similar incident occurred, but fortunately all I had to do was drive her to school after she did her own file converting (these things invariably take more time than she anticipates, which is one reason why I think technology should be banned from schools).
Senior year ought to be banned too, or at least made more bearable with copious amounts of alcohol. And let's ban proms, too, while we're at it. Much more trouble than they're worth. I didn't even get a kiss when it was over.
Next week is graduation. I think I have earned a nice dinner out. Or at the very least a trip to North Wales.
*There is no such award, but there should be.
UPDATE: Wow. The M40 was closed for three junctions, both directions, due to this. We avoided it, thank goodness, when I saw the stream of traffic heading toward High Wycombe, and went the backroads to the school—which were lovely, with rhododendrons hanging overhead. Unfortunately, many other parents didn't make it to the ceremony. Daughter Number Two picked up another scholarship, so I was glad I was there. Ironically, the scholarship was named for a family who'd lost their children in a car accident while they lived here. So forget all that whiney stuff I said earlier.