(We don't do a lot of F2F conversing in our house because we all live on different floors)
Alex: (stumbling and thumping sounds followed by grumbling and the pitter pat of feet across the dining room floor)
Me: Are you there?
Alex: Yeah. What?
Me: So Sunday is Commencement. Is there anything I should know?
Alex: It's at one o'clock? It's at the arena?
Me: No, I mean... how did your semester tests go? Is there anything I should know before Friday so you can call the family if they don't need to come up?
Alex: What are you talking about?
Me: You ARE graduating right? I mean you will walk across the stage and they are expecting you to be there right?
Alex: (aggravated sigh) Yes, Mom. I am graudating. I need to turn in my calculus book tomorrow to make sure it's a signed diploma, but yes I am graduating.
Me: Yeah, I'm not talking about turning in books. I am just saying that I don't want any last minute panic where you tell me that you were too scared to tell me earlier that you didn't graduate and I've got a ton of family here and we look like idiots. I don't think I can handle that sort of drama. You know my family. They will ask to see the signature.
Alex: I'm going to bed now. I'm tired so knock it off.
Me: Love you.
Four years ago she was a 4.3 GPA perfectionist. Approximately 3 months into her Freshman year she discovered boys, hormones, emotions, and coffee. Our life has been a roller coaster since. My daughter is quite possibly the smartest teenager I know. Unfortunately, she has the soul of a lazy gypsy. You could assign her the job of reading palms and she would make an excuse about a hang nail that caused her so much pain she couldn't work... then she would sit around drinking coffee all day posting on Gypsy Facebook about how her life is so unfulfilling, all the while urging the other lazy gypsies to drop by her caravan and "chill".
All I can say now is, "Please God hear my prayer. Deliver her from High School and deliver me from this anxiety. Amen"