Today is the last day of finals for Little One, who is now 16. Damn. The end of her sophomore year, and she will be glad to see it end. It hasn't been a stellar academic year, more of "I hope she marries well" or "how long will she live at home" year.
She does have gainful employment for the summer, working as a lifeguard for $8/hour. So far her job has cost me about $300 in certification and uniforms. I was going to ask her pay some of this back, but the SAGF (Sexy American Girlfriend). gave me a look and then said, "Why?" with a shake of her short, blonde hair and disbelief in her eyes.
So, gentle readers, let me introduce the SAGF, who I hope to hell never reads this. We met, and begin dating, about 3 years ago. She is also divorced, her 2 kids are in college, and she has a good job and family. Why she puts up with Ol' Jud is a question for future scholars to study and debate, as it is a great mystery of the modern age.
But back to finals. I don't recall what her final is today, but it isn't Chemistry or History. I know that because her History teacher called me and, very kindly, told me that she hadn't taken up the make-up test for Chapter 10 of some text. I thanked him and told Little One later last night. In disbelief that she had forgotten, she remarked that she could not recall the subject of Chapter 10. Perhaps Chapter 10 should be called Chapter X of the Secret Tome of Forgotten Knowledge, 4th edition.
I suggested she could reference her notes, but before the all of the words of that sentence had left my mouth, I was informed that the notes had been destroyed in a fit of teenage celebratory ecstasy at the end of the term. The irony that the term wasn't quite over yet for her didn't sit well.
Barring some odd mishap she should be allowed to begin her penultimate year of high school in the late summer. Best of luck, Little One.