What Ails You?

Back in our college days PaulA and I frequented a bar called What Ales You. And not surprising, sometimes the ale gave me an ailment…but that’s another blog. Here I’m talking about some other ailing…and not the Porky Pig flu. It’s called Senioritis.

Senioritis is a real ailment. The reason I know this: Brianna has a classic case and has all the symptoms. At this point in the school year, high school seniors know where they are going to college and are kicking back…got their feet up and enjoying the senior slide. Not only is the weather changing, but so is their outlook on books, school, and advice from parentals.

Cause of symptoms: High School is so old-school.

That’s not to say Bri has thrown in her book bag or tossed her calculator out the school window. Those rumors about colleges not allowing you admittance after a bad senior year…are true. But Wishy is mostly focused on all the fun coming her way.

If you ask her, Sweet Wish is 21 days from graduation…but who’s counting. She loves to tell us her schedule of upcoming events: Cold Play concert, the Prom, the after-Prom party, Physics field trip (to an amusement park), Senior Field Day, Senior Skip day at the beach, Memorial Day, her 18th birthday, Dave Matthews concert….....

But the big event with the seniors is: The Assassins Game…which by the way, is not sanctioned by the high school. Go Figure. It has been a tradition for years and Bri couldn’t wait until it was her turn to play. The game consists of teams of two who must “eliminate” another designated team, but also avoid being hit. Luckily, the guns they use are just water guns…and not the real McCoy …otherwise I would have to put my foot down.

The game can get really intense and guides every senior's actions. Now seniors have real reasons why they can’t do anything or go anywhere. Reasons why they can’t take out the trash…run an errand…or pick up their clothes. Hell, they are in danger of getting knocked off. Ease up rents.

The game can get pretty serious…Bri stood outside one boy’s house in the pouring rain for an hour to take him out...and we’re not talking dinner. Yep, that’s my sweet darling adorable competitive I’m-gonna-nail-your-ass Daughter. So far…Wishy and her equally possessed partner have made it to round 3…leaving 4 seniors in the dust.

During this season of senioritis…I’ve noticed my senioritis has been acting up…but mine really has nothing to do with graduation… mine hits me mostly in the morning when I attempt to get out of bed.

Cause of symptoms: old age.

So what ails you?