Statesville Bluegrass

Blissful is the seat I sit upon and the seat seated on the seat hehe. My seniors have fled the nest, most convincingly, and it is with great pulcritude (1) that I bid them all adieaux (2) and Godspeed...

*sniff*
yeah. So I'm gonna miss those guys and I definitely am sorry that I will not be able to watch them march. I'Ll tell you a story about the last year's graduation, though. It was a hot one, and threatening storm, so the event was inside, simulcast to the overflow crowd in the old auditorium because the new one was not opened yet. So we strolled in all serious, all us teachers, and we filed into our seats, which faced the basketball court sort of like they were bleachers. Out on the floor of the stadium, the kid's chairs were arranged in tidy rows, and even the kids that had been such pains in the elbow (3) all year long were being so charming and handsome and beautiful and sweet. I was so proud of all of them for behaving so well and glad to see them take that big step.

Their parents, friends, and family, on the other hand, should have volunteered for organ donor statis, they were so rude and ignorant. Let's face it, who hasn't been at a choral concert or a band concert, to name two, where somebody's cell doesn't go off, or somebody is elbowing you in the face so he can use his videocam or his digital cam or his freakin' x-ray-I-can-see-you-naked-under-that-dress cam. Or how about the fat jerk that always jumps up shouting his or her kid's name out like he or she was at a Yankee's game.(4) I"ve seen kids cry, they were so embarressed by their parents. Hey, that is a teenager's thing, being embarressed by the 'rents, as we used to call 'em back in the day.

But last year, our seniors were cool. They were beyond cool. So when some fat lady with too-black hair and too-red lips came lumbering out of the stands with her balck spandex pants, the crowd was agog. And when she started hollaring her kid's name, the teachers and all the student's started looking at each other and almost laughing, this lady was so out of the box (5)

But when she shanked her way onto the floor of graduation and shimmied right in front of my face, some of the girls I had taught just rolled their eyes in disbelief. I swear, if I had a can of orange marking paint, I'da tagged that b*76%(* right there, her butt was so close to my face---like four freakin' inches away.

I swear. Where do these people come from anyway? Nevermind. I think I know.

Anyhow, I will not be at graduation as I will be in my adopted state seeing my eldest getting married, and so I will end the way I began, to say how blessed I am to have a loving wife, handsome, kind and wonderfully talented children, a job that gives me more joy than heartache, and my small gifts as well.


I will add footnotes later, as the Ramblers will be having an Irish session at the lovely and talented Miss Barbie McMahon's abode, or actually at Dean's garage (6), in just a few minutes.

hehe.

too much fun!
Caoi~! (er however them eye-ties say that word)