So today is my son's final day of real school. He has one calculus final this morning, and that's it. The school will allow them to leave if they have a permission note. My son requested one last night.
Can you see little mother-alert antenna uncurling from the top of my head ready to pick up on any signal of possible misbehavior?
I have been saying for two weeks, "Jordan, you are almost done. You've done a good job of school/behaving for 12 years. Please don't do any traditional 'senior pranks' or illegal/immoral poor-judgment activities before next Saturday. We've gotten you this far without much commotion in life, and [this said while bearing down on him with furrowed brow as only a mom can produce] you WILL walk down that aisle Saturday."
He just cracks up.
"Man! You must think I have some really big plan to mess things up!"
"No, I'm just saying, you WILL walk down that aisle and come off that stage with diploma in hand. Got it?"
So last night he says, "We're allowed to leave after 2nd period if we have a note."
"Really. And whatever will you do after that?"
"Me and X and Y are going to Steak-N-Shake."
"You mean: 'X and Y and I are going to Steak-N-Shake.'"
"And then what?"
"That's it. Promise."
So this morning, I wrote my son's final permission note from Mom for school:
"Jordan has my permission to leave after 2nd period today, but he'd better not do anything to jeopardize graduating! And this is the last school note I'll ever write for him!" (Signature.)
He actually took that note to school.
So off he went, but not without a few pics to add to the scrapbook. I take pics the first and last day of the school year. All I'll have left to do is record the actual commencement ceremony, in which he WILL walk down that aisle and get that diploma by golly, and then I'll be all done documenting his entire life.
This last pic is pathetic. Some people will do anything to keep their children as infants.