Sometimes when I have way to much time on my hands (not at my work, of course!), I come up with grand ideas. I know that to regular readers of this blog, this will probably not come as any surprise...plays, cub mobiles, parades, over the top reunions...but I digress. So as I was sitting at my desk one day, before Thanksgiving and I started thinking about all the family that was coming home for Christmas this year. Then the usual wheels start turning and I think, maybe I could host a Christmas Eve party, just like Grandma Whiting used to have. But the logical part of my brain remembers a not pleasant experience involving Christmas Eve a few years ago, and all the therapy and xanax it required to get over it.
So I suppressed my Christmas Eve idea, although I did confide in both my sister and Scott about it. After a bunch of other stuff going on, I decided I simply didn't have the energy to pull it off, so I shelved the idea and planned to move on. Then Nancy called and pretty much talked me into it, she promised to help and so I sent out the invitations.
Here it is three days till Christmas Eve, and now I think..."Allison, the next time you have one of these great ideas, walk out of the lab, walk over to the big main power line that feeds the plant, take a pair of bolt cutters and soon that idea will be out of your head!"
Oh, I have lots of help, Allie and Nancy are going to help with the food, Jake is taking care of the Nativity play, Scott and I are home this week to get ready, and yet already I am stressing. When will I learn??? Today, Mom, Nancy, Emily, Allie, Janna, Lucyann and I all went out to eat at Red Lobster (Thanks Harriet) and when someone said something about a crazy person Allie said, "Oh, yeah, you're crazy!" Well, at least it's an illness my whole family recognizes. And to make sure I'm truly crazy, we are having a cookie decorating party on Thursday for all the kids.
I hope my children remember fondly the good memories that I tried to give them...you know, before I went away to my special hospital!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
End of the Semester!!!!!
Although it has been a few years...ok more than a few! I still can remember the feeling of walking out of my last final, in my last semester, in the last year of college. It was a grass tax class, and I had the best feeling walking out of that class. Well, fast forward a few years, and now I have been back in school hell!
Emily (and her parents) got caught up in the whole AP/Honors curriculum idea. Unfortunately, the school has now recognized a couple things 1) Sophomores are probably not good candidates for AP Bio, especially since this is the first bio class she has had 2) Honors Comp Lit in conjunction with any other AP/Honors program is really not a good idea (this from multiple AP teachers) and 3) Who believes that any 15 year old should take AP Statistics? OK, the last one was mine, fortunately she did drop that one in the first week of classes. Now, after missing a week because of pneumonia, a suspension for fighting (oh we are so proud, who knew three years of Judo would pay off like that?), and a whole lot of other stuff you won't get me to blog about, we have actually finished this semester with some pretty damn decent grades!!!
I was just going to be glad if we were all still alive by December 18th. But this child has seriously worked her butt off! We gave up a social life, church activities, and family movie nights, and it paid off big time. However, we have learned from our experiences and next semester, we told Emily that we didn't care if she took underwater basket weaving. She just looked at us with that blond look and said, "That doesn't make any sense!" This from the girl that had to learn to recognize aldehyde's and alcohol chemical structures in less than a night for bio. Anyway, next semester is going to be considerably less stressful. Hopefully we won't have regular 60 hours of homework a week.
Yes, I didn't think after walking out of that final that I would ever have that feeling again, but on Friday, December 17th, at 1:30 I had it again! And I wasn't even at the school.
Emily (and her parents) got caught up in the whole AP/Honors curriculum idea. Unfortunately, the school has now recognized a couple things 1) Sophomores are probably not good candidates for AP Bio, especially since this is the first bio class she has had 2) Honors Comp Lit in conjunction with any other AP/Honors program is really not a good idea (this from multiple AP teachers) and 3) Who believes that any 15 year old should take AP Statistics? OK, the last one was mine, fortunately she did drop that one in the first week of classes. Now, after missing a week because of pneumonia, a suspension for fighting (oh we are so proud, who knew three years of Judo would pay off like that?), and a whole lot of other stuff you won't get me to blog about, we have actually finished this semester with some pretty damn decent grades!!!
I was just going to be glad if we were all still alive by December 18th. But this child has seriously worked her butt off! We gave up a social life, church activities, and family movie nights, and it paid off big time. However, we have learned from our experiences and next semester, we told Emily that we didn't care if she took underwater basket weaving. She just looked at us with that blond look and said, "That doesn't make any sense!" This from the girl that had to learn to recognize aldehyde's and alcohol chemical structures in less than a night for bio. Anyway, next semester is going to be considerably less stressful. Hopefully we won't have regular 60 hours of homework a week.
Yes, I didn't think after walking out of that final that I would ever have that feeling again, but on Friday, December 17th, at 1:30 I had it again! And I wasn't even at the school.
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