Day 15 dawned dark and snowless this morning. The forecast kept us home. That, and the advice from MODoT to stay the Not-Heaven off the roads so they could keep them cleared. Newmentia had ten snow days built into the calendar. That's usually way more than necessary, and we get to count back from the last day. Not so this year.
Because we were off, and didn't have to go to school, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom did what any overbearing stage mother would do, and packed up The Pony and headed off to school. The deadline is fast approaching for the postmark of that application The Pony needs mailed for a chance to be selected for the Missouri Scholars Academy. Sure, he has 330 out of 843 odds. That's the latest numerical info I could find. That puts him at a 39% chance. But if his paperwork is not postmarked by February 14th, he has a 0% chance.
Friday he turned in his two personal essays that were required. The school still needs to write up several statements about his qualifications, and document his test scores and GPA. He was supposed to have a sit-down with the boss on Monday to make sure things were in order. But we had no school Monday. And no school today. And most likely no school tomorrow. So this whole snowball is gaining speed downhill like my old teaching friend Karen careening down Art Hill and ending up in the lake while wearing her down jacket, making one of the firefighters who rescued her exclaim, "Oh, FUDGE!" Except firefighters don't say fudge.
This morning I looked over the copies of the application forms, and saw a signature page for parent and pony. Well, if that wasn't a fine how-do-you-do! I called Newmentia, found out the boss was working away on this day off, and made arrangements to haul The Pony over there for their little tete-a-tete. Time well spent. We were just leaving the gas station chicken store when the first flakes started to fall.
The universe conspires.
4 comments:
I had a snow day today, and tomorrow looks hopeful, too.
I wish The Pony good luck...although it sounds like he doesn't need it.
I suppose after your "day off" you will just offer Hick some warmed up dinner since you never ever cook.
You are such a good mom!
Sioux,
Off Thursday. That makes all week so far. The Pony's need for luck involves that packet getting mailed off before the deadline next Friday.
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knancy,
Actually, I didn't offer him any dinner. I suggested he pick up some Chinese on the way home, since The Pony and I stayed in all day and saved the cost of gas and a 44 oz. Diet Coke.
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Kathy,
As long as I'm not a bad mom, I'm okay with that. I'd hate to see The Pony set his sights on something, and lose out through no fault of his own.
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