by Kim Van Sickler
For those of you with kids, you've probably spent plenty of time at their schools. Whether volunteering, attending open houses and parent/teacher conferences, dropping off and picking up the kids, or supporting them by watching their music concerts/sporting events, there's plenty of opportunity to hearken back to our own school days.
And I have. Plenty of times. Probably more than I should.
I still have those nightmares where I forget where my locker is, can't remember my locker combination, misplace my school schedule and don't know which class to go to next, forget to attend a class all semester and now it's finals time and I need to study and take a test in a class I know nothing about.
But this year something new has been added to the equation. High school football games.
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| First home game of the season had the benefit of a blue moon |
That experience of needing to hang out with other people at football games.
You see, I've discovered that at these highly social affairs I just don't feel comfortable sitting by myself watching the game.
Because no one else does. And I guess I'm too concerned about being seen as a loser.
That is a total high school reaction.
Guess who hasn't progressed as much beyond high school as she'd like to believe she has?
I fight it tooth and nail, but my high school self always wins out.
I refuse to make plans to meet with anyone ahead of time, telling myself I'll just show up to watch the band.
Then, I get to the game and resort to panic at the thought of everyone having someone to sit with/talk to and me being that annoying third wheel.
OMG. For real? Why do I care? Why can't I just go to a game and watch my daughter perform? Teenage angst. Maybe there are some experiences that we are destined to re-live over and over and over again.
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| Some Willoughby South marching band members |
Does anyone believe me?
