Tonight is the big Sports-a-Rama (SAR) and Beezus’ school. Go ahead and Google the crazy awesome that is SAR. I’d much rather you do it because I’m kinda too lazy right now to do it. But basically, SAR is a school wide competition between the classes. It started a couple months ago with each class deciding on their themes. T-shirts are designed and made. Then practices start. Decorations are decided. And then the big day arrives and everyone is too tired to even remember what they’re supposed to do. (Ok, that last part is only partly true.)
Last year, the only reason I bought tickets was because I wanted to support my kid. That’s it. This year I bought tickets because I had an absolute freaking blast watching these high school kids compete in the most ridiculous activities. (Tug-o-war, crab-ball, “critter country”, I don’t even know what else. But it’s awesome.)
There is so much (overly-exhausted, delirious) school and class spirit in that room. I don’t know about your high school, but mine didn’t have anything like this. I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun it is to just be a spectator. Plus, it’s pretty great to see my kid enjoy the hell out of her high school experience.
There’s this part of the program that’s called Statue. I have no idea why it is called that because there is nothing statue about it, but it is basically a type of choreographed routine that the kids come up with that goes along with their theme. (Last year, the Freshmen put a spin on Finding Nemo with the theme “Finding Frosh” and their statue was a choreographed…play? Skit? To go along with that. Imagine 50 freshmen “swimming” into formation of an arrow much like the tuna from Finding Nemo.) So as the kids get older, they wait until the last minute to teach their teammates the statue routine so that they don’t forget it. (This makes sense to high schoolers. Whatever.)
All of this is taking a really long time to tell you that last night, the Sophomore class pulled their “overnighter” to learn their statue routine. (Beezus was home by 11. Overnighter is a loose term.) Beezus, after getting permission from us, had 3 teammates come home with her so that they could finish a prop/decoration of some sort for tonight’s event. I totally didn’t even mind because I was already in bed! (The Dude was on duty because he had today off.) (I should’ve just gotten up with these kids, because I kept waking up to make sure The Dude was checking on them.) (I’m super helpful.) (I’m done with the parenthesis.)
At about five this morning, The Dude went out to check on the kids only to basically find out that they have no ride home and that they’re pretty much just hoping to get a ride with us to school. My husband was weirded out by this. He was overly concerned that we would basically be sending these kids off to school without their parents seeing them at all.
As he comes back in our room to tell me all of this, I have a couple thoughts:
1: Eh…no big deal. We’re driving that way anyway.
2: THIS IS SO WEIRD, OMG WHAT KIND OF PARENTS DO YOU KIDS HAVE?!?!?!?!
To be clear, I don’t mind that these kids were at our house. They all seem to be nice, respectful kids. But, as a parent, I’m completely horrified that these parents don’t mind that their (15-16yo) children don’t come home because they are staying the night at some stranger’s house? I find this FASCINATING! Horrifying, yes…but fascinating! This is not something that I would feel comfortable with. At all. I’m also glad we’re nice people!
During homecoming, we allowed Beezus to go to the “overnighter” to work on the float because I met the parents first AND I picked up around 2am. (Because I’m pretty much the coolest/strictest mom ever.) But just not checking out the family at all? Am I the only one that would have a problem with this?
Beezus jokes with us that we’re the strictest parents of all her friends. And I’m totally ok with this. But now I’m getting a glimpse of what she sees in her other friends’ parents.
And I find it all a little…crazy. But I *am* the strictest mom ever. So there’s that.
I’m debating the word ‘strictest’ and thinking ‘sanest’ can also be used here.
Um, WHAT?!?!?! Then again, Beezus would probably say I’m the strictest (aka SANEST) cousin ever.
I’m okay with this.
High five, US!
(TENTH GRADERS, PEOPLE. Sheesh!)
I’m totally ok with us being the strictest/SANEST of them all. Because TENTH GRADERS, YES.
I’m also fascinated/horrified by this. We had a neighbor girl that followed me and my son, then 2 years old, home one day and wanted to come in and play. She was 8 at the time. We eventually built up a strong relationship, but I never had more than a casual relationship with her parents. I’m all up in my kids business and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. I understand trusting your kids, but I cant let go that much.
As I tell my kids all the time, I trust THEM…I don’t trust other people. And that is my job. Because there ARE scary people out there!
My parents were way to lenient with me when I was 16. My boyfriend, who was 18, lived a ways from my house, so a few times I spent the night on his couch. He didn’t have a car, I didn’t have a car and my parents, nor his made the effort to get me home. He did not spend the night at my house though. To keep this clean, let’s just say I SHOULD NOT have been allowed to spend the night at his house. I was pressured to do things I didn’t want to do and would just cave to get him off of me, literally. I didn’t tell my parents what happened, but I buy myself a car by 17 and was able to drive myself home. Stay strict. Ask questions and tell them what you want. I wish my parents had.
I love you. And thank you.