Saturday, June 12, 2010, our son, Jason, graduated from high school. For a while, we weren't sure he was going to make it. Around 7th grade, he copped an attitude and his line about his lack of doing homework was: "I don't learn that way." Well, too bad, the teachers grade that way. This stayed the norm through middle school and on to high school. Every parent/teacher conference (which DG has never gone to, not one, not ever) I was met with: "Jason is a good kid, but..." and "I like Jason, however..." Always but, always however, always. He had summer school to make up lost credits every year. And he's a smart kid. He's been in martial arts since he was eight years old and a person can't be stupid and achieve the levels he has (second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do).
Somewhere in 11th grade, something changed. He started getting better grades and conferences became: "Jason is great!" and "I wish I had a whole class full of kids like him!" And I'd ask, "Are you sure? Jason? Tall kid, dark spiky hair? Pineapple-shaped head." Yup, he turned a corner.
And he graduated on June 12th. Fourteen years ago, on June 12th, we arrived in Wisconsin. We moved here a year after DG had the stroke because... well, we came where the help was and it was here. And, twenty-five years ago, on June 12th, DG asked me to be his girlfriend. We'd been friends for over a year and while I chased him like a sick puppy, he didn't act on it till that day.
So, on Saturday, I asked him if he knew what today was and he said, "Saturday."
Me: "Anything else?"
DG: "Jason's graduation?"
DG: "Aaaaan-nnnd? And what?"
Me: "Well, twenty-five years ago, you asked me to be your girlfriend."
DG: "I did not. Did I?"
Me: "Of course you did."
DG: "How do you remember these things?"
Me: "Because I'm a chick and chicks remember these things."
DG: "I don't think it was me."
Me: "What? You just think we just woke up one morning and were boyfriend and girlfriend?"
DG: "Didn't we?"
Me: "We just sort of spontaneously had a relationship without any preceding events?"
DG: "Of course we did. Its like having oily rags in the garage. *makes whooshing sounds that are like someone squeezing the air out of a wet bag* POOF! Sponty- spontaneous! WHOOSH! Spontaneous combust! *crackling sound* We spontaneously combusted!" All while he was making those noises, he was waving his hand in the air to simulate fire.
Me: "We spontaneously combusted like oily rags in a garage?"
DG: "You know it."
While he was busy giggling at himself, I asked him about that text message conversation we had (the previous blog post) the other day.
Me: "What the hell were you talking about?"
DG: "I don't know... I musta heard something different."
Me: "You were reading it! How did you 'hear' anything?"
DG: "I don't know! But it was something!"
As for the kid's graduation- here is DG with Jason and DG's father.
Jason walking to the stage.