Splat Goes Life.

"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly". On Monday night, the middle school had an award ceremony. It was for the most part to reward the kids who were able to maintain the Honor Roll for the first 3 quarters of school. Of course there were things for Math Club, the Science Club, and so on. The Intervention Specialist asked Jack a week or so ago if he would be there for Awards Night, and he said he didn't know what she was talking about. So she emailed me to ask if I'd received an invitation. I did not. (She sent me a photo of it, and it was sent out about a month ago, so somebody really dropped the ball there!). I knew Jack had been on the Merit Roll a couple of times, and on the Honor Roll at least once. However, when we arrived for Awards Night, I saw the special program for the evening, and no where on this thing was Jack's name. I was worried, as he stood there in line with the other 8th grade...

Last week, The Hubs and I went to a local restaurant. After we ate, we were sitting outside, in the hopes of running into a friend of ours who works there. Within several minutes of waiting, I happened to see a man walking in our direction, from the other side of the parking lot. I pretty much knew within a few seconds who it was. My kids' first principal. The man I have nightmares about. The man who I (in said nightmares) hide from, sneaking in and out of his school. Maybe to get in trouble. I don't know. The dreams are kind of a mystery to me. I was facing him, so I tried to act like I hadn't noticed, while telling my husband in a quiet voice what was going on. As I was looking down at my bag of Kettle chips, I heard "Hey guys, how's it going?" I was hoping to God he was talking to the bunch of ladies sitting at a table behind us, but nope. He was talking to us. I lifted my head up to say hello, as he and my husband were shaking hands. He asked how th...