Just skip

I'm raising a teenager. Well, technically he's done cooking, he's just waiting on the counter cooling. But still I have to do motherly like things. I know, but it is the law.

But the senior year. It's suppose to be a joke year. College applications have been finalized and decisions made. If you don't know algebra, it's just too late for you now. You hang out with your friends. You plan how your entire life is going to be radically different from your stupid, old parents. You are going to make a million dollars every year and become the most famous person you know. You know it all and the world awaits the wisdom of your knowledge.

We have all been there. In my case, quite a while ago. But I still remember it. Senior Prom. Senior Party. Graduation. Senior Skip Day.

Yep, Senior Skip Day. We didn't show up for school and instead hung out at the old homestead and played on our manual typewriter. Made a malt and played some Twister. Well, we didn't show up for school but everything else is from a episode of Leave It To Beaver. Humor becomes me.

My kid's school has Senior Skip Day. As soon as the administration APPROVES the day. What the hell? How is that skipping? That is paid leave. What kind of lame rule is this?

Oh, I've known for quite a while now that my kid's school has a giant stick up their ass about anything that may be considered fun. The Senior Trip, involved a History class and a English class. Sure it was in the middle of the Girl Scout camp that the school rented but it was still class. I had him not attend.

Our dances involve whistles and pen lights. The senior gift is to be a bench, because every year it is a bench and there shall be no deviation from the bench giving history. The senior prank must be approved. School colors shall be voted on.

Good God, any spontaneity is taken away. Kids need to feel that are getting away with something, that they are being irresponsible and devilish. At least within a controlled atmosphere. Though I'm not a good parent to ask about this, since my kid hates to break any sort of school rule. At home rule, a totally different story. I can shout until I pass out from lack of oxygen and it will make no never mind. The home rules are more like guidelines, to be moved and shaped to fit his thought pattern at the time. I let it go. After all he is cooling on the counter and by this stage of parenting, I'm tired. And he likes me, so I'm good to go.

So Monday is Senior Skip Day, the administration has smiled down and said yes from high atop the mountain.

Boy, these kids are going to really feel like they have just pulled off quite a coup.