I'm back!

I guess you didn't know I was gone part of the day.  I was attending my 14-year-old's eighth grade graduation ceremony.

We filed in early, but the place quickly got packed.  The bleacher seats were mushed in by TONS of people, all clamoring to get a good seat, optimal for pictures. 

When the clamoring stopped and the students filed in one row at a time, it was clear we were there for one purpose: to get the eff out!!  LOL

Methinks the teachers didn't have the same agenda as the parents or the students, primarily because they blathered on and on and on.  One hour into the ceremony and my butt started to become numb. 

Some teachers cried during their presentations and others were rather quick.  Three hours later, the important guy with the suit on told us that it was time to go.  Pictures were snapped, memories kept and sore butts all around.

YAY!  My son is officially a High School freshman.  Holy Jesus, I feel old!