This school year seems to have taken a bit longer to calm down. . .and I am hopeful that I’m not speaking too soon about the calming. We have a new principal who is GREAT–but VERY young and VERY high energy. Therefore my teaching (which wasn’t lethargic before) has also grown in intensity.
I am also teaching a new subject this year. It is an elective called “Exploring Languages” in which we–wait for it–explore languages. We have covered Shakespearean English, Greek and Latin Roots, and Spanish. Now on to French. It is an experiment. I know no French. I have no French students. Everyone is about to be on even footing as far as languages go.
Thad is at the Jr. High with us this year–and we love it. Only TWO stops each morning instead of three. He has grown an insane amount in the past school year–even over the summer–even SINCE the summer. His voice is also in the process of changing–there isn’t a lot of cracking, but there is a difference. He has been somewhat determined as of late to NOT be photographed. It is an obsession.
I only managed to get this one after we had a “chat.” He has grown about a half an inch (or more) since this was taken at the end of July.
And this one when MawMaw came to visit in August.
Victoria has a boyfriend. His name is Hunter. He is a Junior just like her, and they have known each other since 7th grade. They both CLAIM to not have “liked” each other that long. Either way, there was enough discussion of Hunter in our car and at our house that I took a photo of them together the night they were inducted into Jr. National Honor Society at the end of 7th grade.
They were both inducted into National Honor Society in the spring, and I WANTED to get a picture of them together again, but I feared that the indignant “Moooooooooooooom!!!!!” would be hanging in a conversation bubble above the high school parking lot even now. In the photo below, Hunter was about 12 feet away to the right.
The bumper was already like that–and the hood was already missing paint–but the tree did some significant engine/frame/body/radiator damage. Tony still held out hope that it could be repaired. . .to the extent that when the Body Shop lady called and he asked her, “So can it be fixed?” she laughed for nearly a minute solid. Then she apologized for laughing. Then she laughed some more.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. . .Tony got this bad boy for his birthday. My brother gave us the nicest congratulatory message. It was, “Tell Tony that I hope this truck lasts him twice as long as the last truck did.” We can’t wish for more than that. A new truck every 21 (or 42 as the case may be) years ‘taint bad.
And these blossoms were picked at the end of my walk this evening. Victoria was with me for a bit–the weather has cooled off (for us), and we opened the windows in the house. Ahhhh. . .fall. Our weekends have been packed, and our days and evenings have been packed, but we ALL came home at a reasonable time tonight, and everyone is under THE STRICTEST of instructions to not accept any invitations for this weekend. We plan to stay in our pajamas and play Clue!