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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Tuesday, Jun. 04, 2002 - 10:47 P.M. SCHOOL'S OUT! Yet another milestone passed this weekend. Eldest is no longer a high school student. I expected to be a bit more emotional about it, but I suppose the event itself provided a diversion from the momentousness of it all. For one thing, it was in the very same gymnasium I sat in 27 years ago (holy hell!). And really not much has changed. The music was only marginally different. While I proceeded to "Pomp and Circumstance," these kids came in to "Sprint and Circumstance." This band director was in some kind of race with time! It's an odd site, witnessing 400 teenagers wind sprint to their seats. From the first note, I postured like everyone else in the gym, seated tall and straining my neck to try and catch the first glimpse of my child in the hallway as he approached the entrance. Like my parents 27 years ago, I temporarily forgot that a quick alphabetical reality check could have eliminated about 10 minutes of neck strain. But then...there he was. There were 10 valedictorians. What the hell. And each one was introduced with a short biography. The principal is a dweeb who is retiring and it showed. At the end of each of the 10 bio's, he congratulated them with "the distinction of being number one." I began chanting that line with him after about the 5th one, and it caught on in our row so that by the final one, we were all saying it. You know, kids aren't all that different. As a matter of fact, I think this graduating class was far better behaved and paid more attention than my class did back then. I doubt that anyone was "commando" under their robes. There was the obligatory crazy-hair guy. 27 years ago, it was my boyfriend who's red hair was down to his waist. This year, it was my nephew with bright blue braids. And then it was the photo-op moment. Since my newly quasi-adopted son (I've known him for 12 years and he calls me mom) has no biological parental representation, he took his photo op with eldest and me. "To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks." *A.A. Milne* Beginning Weight: 204.5 Goal #1: 184 (Met 5/19/02) Goal #2: 164.5 Total lost: 23.5 Pounds to go for goal #2: 16.5 Pounds to go to my final target....56.0 I hope to meet my final target by May 1, 2003 Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 0 readers left their mark on this one!
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