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Jun. 13th, 2005 02:26 pmJeez! How did it get to be the last week of school? For first graders and up, each day this week has some kind of theme as to what to wear. Today was Hat Day, so Angus got to wear his bucket hat his grandma got him from Aquarium of the Pacific, which he likes because it has sea otters on it. It's almost getting too small...
Last week there was a BBQ Thursday night to welcome parents and students from the other school in the district that is being closed. Not that we met any, but we did talk a bit with a dad and his son who were transferring from a school in Fountain Valley. He started out with asking how old Angus and Gareth were, followed by "What the heck are you feeding them?!" since Angus was two inches taller than his second grader (not the first time we've heard this; Angus is also taller than some third and fourth graders). His kid and ours then started chasing each other around the playground, while John and the other dad talked about cars. Turned out he had also been to Huntington Beach High School, a block down the road, although he graduated five years after I did, so I wouldn't have known him (although HBHS is a big school, and even if we had gone there at the same time we might not have known each other). During the course of the conversation, he let drop that he owned a Ferrari (which we'd driven past in the parking lot, and John made a "Whewlookitthat!" noise), an Escalade, a BMW (which he was saving for his teen-ager, although he was going to make him buy it), and some other expensive car. But also that Kia Sportages were great, too (close to John's heart; we were very fond of our Sportage). I could tell John was dying to ask what he did for a living, but thankfully, restrained himself from being too nosy. He also mentioned he had a 24-year-old son, who had already left home, which made my brain hurt slightly. Five years younger than me, and already has one out of the nest and a second grader? Certainly better at spreading them out than we were. *Insert wry grin here* I just hope the teenager isn't one of those I see driving an expensive cars like they own the road and no one else deserves to be on it that I see careering out of the high school parking lot. Some of their parents aren't much better, come to think of it.
The line finally got up to the table, I whistled to the kids to rejoin us, and the conversation ceased. Since he and John seemed to enjoy talking, I thought we might sit together once we got our food, but they went off and sat by themselves, as did we, since no one else we knew was still eating. John was waving and saying hi to a lot of other people, he seems to know everyone, but he is that kind of person, very gregarious. You'd never know he didn't want to come, beforehand. Made some comment about his opinion/feelings/wants not mattering. Pffft. He was the one who first mentioned it to me, earlier in the week.
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Again with the eating at the school. The next morning there was a "Pastry and Parents" deal before school started. John was thought it was free, but I was sure it wasn't, considering this school seems to have a fundraiser every week or two. Yep, a dollar apiece for Krispy Kreme donuts, and the same for a small styrofoam cup of coffee or juice. I bought three to take home, and I should have waited. Just before the bell rang they marked 'em down to a twofer.
Last week there was a BBQ Thursday night to welcome parents and students from the other school in the district that is being closed. Not that we met any, but we did talk a bit with a dad and his son who were transferring from a school in Fountain Valley. He started out with asking how old Angus and Gareth were, followed by "What the heck are you feeding them?!" since Angus was two inches taller than his second grader (not the first time we've heard this; Angus is also taller than some third and fourth graders). His kid and ours then started chasing each other around the playground, while John and the other dad talked about cars. Turned out he had also been to Huntington Beach High School, a block down the road, although he graduated five years after I did, so I wouldn't have known him (although HBHS is a big school, and even if we had gone there at the same time we might not have known each other). During the course of the conversation, he let drop that he owned a Ferrari (which we'd driven past in the parking lot, and John made a "Whewlookitthat!" noise), an Escalade, a BMW (which he was saving for his teen-ager, although he was going to make him buy it), and some other expensive car. But also that Kia Sportages were great, too (close to John's heart; we were very fond of our Sportage). I could tell John was dying to ask what he did for a living, but thankfully, restrained himself from being too nosy. He also mentioned he had a 24-year-old son, who had already left home, which made my brain hurt slightly. Five years younger than me, and already has one out of the nest and a second grader? Certainly better at spreading them out than we were. *Insert wry grin here* I just hope the teenager isn't one of those I see driving an expensive cars like they own the road and no one else deserves to be on it that I see careering out of the high school parking lot. Some of their parents aren't much better, come to think of it.
The line finally got up to the table, I whistled to the kids to rejoin us, and the conversation ceased. Since he and John seemed to enjoy talking, I thought we might sit together once we got our food, but they went off and sat by themselves, as did we, since no one else we knew was still eating. John was waving and saying hi to a lot of other people, he seems to know everyone, but he is that kind of person, very gregarious. You'd never know he didn't want to come, beforehand. Made some comment about his opinion/feelings/wants not mattering. Pffft. He was the one who first mentioned it to me, earlier in the week.
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Again with the eating at the school. The next morning there was a "Pastry and Parents" deal before school started. John was thought it was free, but I was sure it wasn't, considering this school seems to have a fundraiser every week or two. Yep, a dollar apiece for Krispy Kreme donuts, and the same for a small styrofoam cup of coffee or juice. I bought three to take home, and I should have waited. Just before the bell rang they marked 'em down to a twofer.
