I had to skip my women's group last night for Seniors Honors Night, held on the basketball court of the local college. We bypassed the reception, but the awards ceremony itself lasted a mind-numbing two hours and twenty minutes. I stared at the giant eagle coming in for the kill, read a book on my iPad and shifted uncomfortably in my metal folding chair as we slogged our way through $500 dollar scholarships from insurance agencies and best cosmetology student awards. There were moments of hilarity. For me, anyway - I saw no one else looking remotely amused when the former beauty queen fumbled her way through an excessively long speech about the "Fairest of the Fair Scholarship," awarded to this year's pageant queen who qualified by winning the title at the County Fair, doing community service, and maintaining a 2.0 GPA. The honoree teetered up in outrageously high heels, her pageant sash and a tiara and the two hugged several times, careful not to muss their hair.
But I was there for this moment. Mentions for Beta Club, four years on the honor roll, good scores on all his AP exams, top PSAT score, student of the year nominee. Best of all, his high honors stole and medal to be worn at graduation in a couple of weeks for his 4.35 GPA. I'm a wee bit proud of that kid.