Sounds of silence
So my 8th grader plays clarinet in the school band. He goes to rehearsals two mornings a week, but his enthusiasm is minimal. He doesn't complain about going, but he doesn't exactly seem enthused, either. As in, I have yet to hear him practice the damn thing this semester.
I ask him when the Holiday Concert is. "I dunno." Ack. So I just called the school. It's the night of December 23. Freakin' hell.
We leave for the in-laws that morning. It's a ten hour drive. Impossible to wait until the next day, 'cause I refuse to drive on Christmas Eve. Bah, humbug.
I ask him when the Holiday Concert is. "I dunno." Ack. So I just called the school. It's the night of December 23. Freakin' hell.
We leave for the in-laws that morning. It's a ten hour drive. Impossible to wait until the next day, 'cause I refuse to drive on Christmas Eve. Bah, humbug.