My Senior Moment
A less scrupulous parent might encourage his daughter to drop out of high school before her senior year. Or a poor one.
I'm about to be the latter, because I'm not the former.
Confused? Sorry.
Our daughter is entering her senior year of high school, or as it's otherwise known to parents, The Shakedown.
The schools have us senior parents between a rock and a hard place, and don't think they don't know it.
My wife registered our daughter this morning for the school year, and being a senior is not only a very special year, it's also very expensive.
There are the senior photos, of course. Those were taken this summer and while the proofs are absolutely beautiful, the packages begin at over $500.
I graduated high school in 1981, and I remember making a very understated trip to the Olan Mills studio in Livonia in the summer of 1980 with my polyester, three-piece suit and a comb.
We snapped a few head shots and I was probably on my way back ...