Thing 1 and I registered him for the ACT test on-line last night. Cripes. Can you ask anymore questions? I suppose that if you can't weed through the on-line registration, it weeds out those that shouldn't be wasting their time taking the ACT.
We didn't know what colleges to have his scores sent to because the kid hasn't thought that far ahead. He's only a junior. Who knows where his friends will be going that he wants to follow them to?
You think I'm being funny. But you'd be surprised how many people base their college career on those of their friends and crushes.
Thor's a little peeved that we didn't list his alma mater. But really, how many people want to attend college in North Dakota?
I'm just happy that our parenting has sunk in and that our kid plans on going to college. New parents, make sure and use this phrase "When you go to college..." as often as possible.
"When you go to college, you'll be able to read The Cat and the Hat all by yourself!"
"When you go to college, you'll be able to change your diaper all by yourself!"
Brainwashing and Propaganda. The best tools for any parent to have.
I do believe that my medicine is starting to work. Yesterday afternoon I wanted to make Hoisin marinated kabobs for dinner but I didn't have any Hoisin sauce. Pre-drugs I would plan to make it the next night after going to the grocery store the next day. Medicated, I went to the grocery store to get some Hoisin Sauce.
Wheee! Look at me go!
However, the grocery staff later in the afternoon is a whole different grocery staff than they are earlier in the day. Earlier in the day they're fresh on their shifts, adults not in high school and they say hello at every turn of the corner. The late afternoon staff is full of crabby employees who have worked all day long and surly teenagers fresh from being surly in high school. There are no hellos. There is no one to help you without letting out a heavy sigh. It's enough to make you depressed.
However. There are no Aisle Clogging senior citizens to be seen.
You know. Maybe I'm not dealing so much with depression as I am with old age. Maybe all I need is Geritol.
And some Aerosole shoes.
Purple hair. A lavendar polyester pantsuit. Dinner at 4:30 at Denny's. And a really big car.
If the meds don't work. I'll try that instead.
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