Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Graduation and Finals


Spencer and Eli
High School Graduates

Graduation was last night and both the boys are finally graduates. They picked up their diploma before they left the building. :-) I'm not going to go into details of the ceremony; let's just say the superintendent, board member, and principal bragged way too much and said things about the school they could not back up, ie... Boise High has the smartest students, and my favorite...the school is the melting pot in the district. I think I missed something on that one because as I looked out into the crowd of students they were 90% white. Oh well. Family on the other hand was over the top. Why I chose to sit with them is a funky matter, but I'll try to give the highlights. Dad stood at the top because he was claustrophobic, we sat in the seats that we by the railing (great view, little leg room), etc. The funniest part of the night was when Janice realized she forgot her camera in the car. I told her I had mine and she could just download my photos later. She replied, "Your camera doesn't have enough pixels." I'm glad she had time to run out to the car and get her own camera. Grandma and Grandpa Teed made it in time to come and that was good. As I was talking to Grandma she asked if I had a boy. (I should have said, "No, I have 3 men" but I wasn't thinking fast enough). She then proceeded to tell me that she has a grandson in Texas who is a Baptist minister and he's looking for a wife. I about died. At this point I'm thinking; Janice always thought I should marry a Texas hog farmer. I'm also thinking this guy is kind of family. I politely told Grandma "No" and she accepted it. As I told Rachel the story she wondered if he was an orphan since Grammie always thought I should marry an orphaned minister. (Her rationale was: I have enough family as is and I would make a great pastor's wife). Rachel said if this pastor met all these qualifications there was no reason not to find out more about him. Sorry friends, I'M PASSING!!

Now onto finals-
Today we continued finals and the time seemed to stop on the clock. At one point I look over and one of the boys has stopped his test and is staring at the cute girl in front of him. Then I see her turned around and talking to him; during the test. I walked over to the boy and see a folded piece of paper on his desk. When I asked him about it he said, "It's my scratch paper for my math problems." Yeah right. I finally got it from it and it turned out to be the girl's contact information. I'm glad tomorrow is the last day.
To follow up on the boy who was freaked out by the rain yesterday; he came to school wearing shorts and informed us he hoped they didn't fall down. Now, this is never a fantastic statement to hear, but we asked why. He was wearing cargo shorts and in each of the big pockets he had 2 video games. He had managed to bring 4 games to school in the pocket of his shorts because, "I couldn't bring my backpack to school." What logic. When he explained one of his shooting games he let me know that he was only allowed to get games that were in 2nd or 3rd person, not 1st. I'll remember that when we're writing in English next year.

I went to Grammie and Pa's after school and worked on the crossword. We did yesterdays puzzle because it was a lot easier. Grammie was in a mood so I got a lot of looks, but not a lot of laughs. We did manage to finish all but 5 or 6 answers though. As we were working on the puzzle I heard, "Jane, Jane." Pa was shouting from the living room where he was watching TV. He wanted the front door closed because he was getting too hot. It never occured to him to take off the 2 blankets or coat he was wearing. Minor details. :-)

Spring cleaning-
There are 18 days left of Spring and I'm working hard at cleaning. This weekend I rearranged the closet. On Monday I took my 53 yards of fabric off the bolts and put the fabric into a clear tub. Today I cleaned more of my room. I also went and bought picture fames to hang up photos. I have to say it's been a productive week.

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