But as she called me, her voice began to break, and she started to cry.
Okay, clue me in here, I thought this was good news (getting on the team, that is.). Did your BF make it (thinking that was maybe the reason for the tears.) Yes, and she did and no it wasn't.
Apparently, it was just the stress of waiting (she told me casually last night that anyone that didn't get on the team was going to get to be a manager, and she was fine with that. I really didn't believe her.)
And after these tears, I don't think she would have been fine with that.
This blog will cover the collision of two cultures - parents and teen children. They don't understand us, and view us as spoilers or walking ATMs (adults with teen malcontents?) We are left wondering what happened to our cute cuddly kids of a few years back, and when they may return. If ever.
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Friday, February 1, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Shooting hoops in the snow
Yep, that's what J. was doing today, as the big fat flakes fell around her.
Tryouts are on Monday, and as I've said before, this is the first time she's faced a team where you just didn't get on by showing up.
She also spotted the coach at a basketball game (high school) we attended Friday night. After awhile I was wondering where she was, and lo' across the gym was J. and her BF smoozing with the coach and the coaches dad.
Kiss up, I said after the game ended.
You bet, she responded.
Tryouts are on Monday, and as I've said before, this is the first time she's faced a team where you just didn't get on by showing up.
She also spotted the coach at a basketball game (high school) we attended Friday night. After awhile I was wondering where she was, and lo' across the gym was J. and her BF smoozing with the coach and the coaches dad.
Kiss up, I said after the game ended.
You bet, she responded.
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