High School Days
By c.a. Marks, Saturday, September 5, 2009So last night we went to our daughter's high school football game. She had talked of nothing else this whole entire previous week except for this football game. It is one of their biggest rivals and it is usually packed and a lot of fun. She was so excited to go that she bought her own ticket at school and purchased a special tee shirt just for that game to wear. She is a freshmen this year; she is not a cheerleader and she is not in the band, and obviously she is not a football player. But she wanted to go and so we were off.
The football game was exciting and fun and at one point in time I nearly knocked over The Gent with my excitement during a touchdown. Of course The Girl was off doing her thing, socializing I reckon. I went and checked on her to make sure she wasn't acting a fool. I found her up at the top of the bleachers, in the corner, hanging with a "crowd."
::sigh::
I remember "those crowds" and, well, I wasn't pleased. However, they seemed to be OK and I just hung out near by for a few minutes to check and, really, it all seemed innocent and fine. It just brought back memories of MY high school days because I used to be in "those crowds" but they weren't "bad" crowds, but the oddball crowds instead; I guess that is what you would call us. It is the kids who don't belong in a club or participate in a sport. The lost crowd. My heart sunk. I've been doing everything I can to suggest she get involved in high school but I don't want to be pushy.
Anyway, I got way off track here... LOL What I wanted to say was that The Girl was so excited, all week long, to go to this game. So we went. The Gent and I sat on the cold hard bleachers and had fun believe it or not. LOL.
So when we leave to go home, The Girl is sitting in the back seat and we've been gone from the stadium for about a minute when The Girl pops off, "We won by the way." I looked at The Gent with a puzzling look and then I asked, "Oh yeah, how do you know?" She said, "My friend just texted me."
Huh?
Were we just not at the same game, you know, together? Hello? <--Of course I kept those remarks to myself.
Teenagers.


















