Or rather...trying to maintain an aura of faux calm so that the psych ward patrollers won't snag me in their nets. How am I doing so far?
Honors Night was a gas. First one I've been to since my kids were in school and the first one since last century where I was an actual honoree. Not to bust too many buttons; twelve other people (I think) received the same award I did. But it felt swell to be recognized after such a long, long time.
Being in a room with my three precious Daughters and Grandson was definitely the icing on the cake. Being in a room with that many smart people, that many people who value learning and education, and that many people who want to give some high fives to other people who have worked their asses off....well those things were all the tasty cake itself.
One of my favorite teachers gave a splendidly touching tribute to an incredibly deserving young man. It humbled me and made me very proud of both of them. And Mr. Milo was a darling and made many, many folks smile. Also saw a lady I know only vaguely receive an award. I know she is very ill; and so seeing her up and around surrounded by her grandchildren warmed the cockles of my heart.
After I zoomed around on one of the disabled student scooters (bless them!). The student art show was too crowded, but Milo loved the big atrium windows. We saw the "broken" car in the Tech Building and I got to play "woo woo" train for just the shortest bit. Talking with the girls. Sharing cheese at a table with a white tablecloth. Comfortable and smiling. A gas. An absolute gas.
Honors Night was a gas. First one I've been to since my kids were in school and the first one since last century where I was an actual honoree. Not to bust too many buttons; twelve other people (I think) received the same award I did. But it felt swell to be recognized after such a long, long time.
Being in a room with my three precious Daughters and Grandson was definitely the icing on the cake. Being in a room with that many smart people, that many people who value learning and education, and that many people who want to give some high fives to other people who have worked their asses off....well those things were all the tasty cake itself.
One of my favorite teachers gave a splendidly touching tribute to an incredibly deserving young man. It humbled me and made me very proud of both of them. And Mr. Milo was a darling and made many, many folks smile. Also saw a lady I know only vaguely receive an award. I know she is very ill; and so seeing her up and around surrounded by her grandchildren warmed the cockles of my heart.
After I zoomed around on one of the disabled student scooters (bless them!). The student art show was too crowded, but Milo loved the big atrium windows. We saw the "broken" car in the Tech Building and I got to play "woo woo" train for just the shortest bit. Talking with the girls. Sharing cheese at a table with a white tablecloth. Comfortable and smiling. A gas. An absolute gas.
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