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The Glory Hallelujah Dance

August 25, 2009

Yesterday marked that wonderful occasion that parents everywhere look forward to for about, oh, three months. 

Lights…camera…action!

The twelve year old hopped out of bed when her alarm went off (a miracle in and of itself), donned her new back-to-school outfit, checked the mirror to see if the previous night’s straightening job was still good (it was), posed for the annual first day of school photos, and was out the door early for her first day of 7th grade.  She came home jazzed about her teachers and rambling on about new friends, which she’d already managed to make in spite of the fact that her two best friends weren’t in ANY of her classes (please re-read that sentence, and when you get to the part about her two best friends, imagine the eye rolling and the foot stomping and the melodramatic sighing that comprises the behavior of most prepubescent girls.  I want you to get an accurate picture, here.).  It was drama, but it was happy drama.

Shoulda known it wasn’t gonna last.

Today was a different story.  Twelve year old woke up meaner than a bag of snakes.  She grumped.  She pouted.  She insisted that she couldn’t take her backpack because she’s not permitted to take the backpack to classes, and she doesn’t have time to go to her locker between classes, and therefore she couldn’t take her new school supplies either because they only fit in the backpack.

I quickly discerned that this was not an argument I was going to win, because it was operating on so many faulty assumptions and logical leaps that no reasonably sane person was going to be able to follow it, let alone win it. 

I went upstairs to get dressed and heard the garage door go up.  I opened up my bathroom window in time to see her start down the driveway on her bike.  I said goodbye. She ignored me.  I said it again, louder.  She ignored me even louder, too.  Finally I hollered it.  She turned her head, gave me a dirty look, grunted, and took up off the street.

I’d be offended, except I know a little secret that works to my advantage.  One of us is stuck with her company until this afternoon…and it’s not me!

first day of school 2

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. August 25, 2009 1:40 pm

    haha…love the video…I was going to sit and read the rest of the article, but I’m being called away! I’ll be back… :)

  2. darlene permalink
    August 25, 2009 10:58 pm

    Hilarious!

  3. Hope permalink
    August 26, 2009 8:15 am

    Aaaaahahaha oh my goodness. That child…

  4. August 26, 2009 10:12 am

    haha…Olivia! I’ll bet that she decided (maybe 2 days later) that she really did need the backpack with all the school supplies (school with no paper or pencils…hmmmmm???) ;)

    The picture is adorable…love the duds and the shoes are rockin!! :)

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