Well, what can you say about reuniting cajuns from the class of '98 and putting them in old bar under an overpass? A good start to a weekend full of comments from classmates a bit concerned about my marital choice :) It seems I have ended up with the most disrespectful student that may have ever graced the halls of Episcopal High School. One encounter with a former teacher seemed to sum it up. Everett, Ellie and I have just pulled up to the school for a lunchtime picnic. Ellie is loudly exclaiming "Daddy's Birthday Party" (She has seen balloons and a spacewalk and have decided that we must be celebrating a milestone). One of Everett's former teachers pulls into the parking lot. (No one else is getting out of their car at this moment). The teacher looks at us and completely ignores us. Everett says her name. She ignores us again. Everett, who now sees this encounter as somewhat of a challenge to make his teacher speak to us, calls her name out loudly followed by "It's Everett." She looks up, barely moving, and simply says "I know" and goes back to what she was doing. Once she has talked herself into the need to be cordial, she walks over and greets us only to mutter something about how she hopes I know what I have gotten myself into :) I am not worried about Everett. By the grace, he has grown into a responsible and respectful (most of the time) adult. But I am now a little more concerned about how many calls I will get from Ellie's principal's office in the future...
