It was homecoming last night in our little town. It's a BIIIIIIG deal. Everyone comes. The mayor, the entire police department, alumni, students, parents, grandparents, cousins, cousins of cousins (I was especially grateful that our church family came and surrounded us...with cookies:).
One of our boys, who sings the Star Spangled Banner for sporting events(or is it The National Anthem? Or are they one in the same and I'm too dizzy to know that right now?)sang the school's alma mater before the big game.
It was a tough crowd to sing to. The people in the stands were ready for some football. He himself was ready to finish singing and head over to the pit band, where he would loudly bang a drum for the duration of four quarters (he recently joined drum line, leaving his saxaphone in the cupboard for orchestra).
The football players wrapped their ankles and the tops of their shoes in pink duct tape to promote breast cancer awareness. It was a very cool thing to do.
The Eagles fought hard, beating the visiting team by a spread of over 30 points.
At the end of the game Mr. WestBerryWorkingDad and I took a photo of our four footall players out on the field in front of the goal post. It was a proud moment.
There were many, many memorable, wonderful moments this week. N (age 15) made All State Chorus. For celebrity day he dressed like his Forensics teacher, who, in turn, dressed like him. I never thought I would see the day when this child looked up to a science teacher.
Personally, the proudest moment of the week was when J (a senior) dressed like Jack Black for school. It brought me to tears.
I would have been good with Jack White too (see this article about Third Man Record's attempts to preserve music history).
No comments:
Post a Comment