Status Update

Well, Senior year is chugging along.  Not fast enough for my eager to be a grownup daughter though.  She is chomping at the bit the hit the ground running straight toward the college of her choice- wherever that may be.  This year has been a whirlwind of mood swings, tennis, homework, mood swings, tears, laughter, and more.  She hates fall tennis season at school because the team is full of apathetic mediocre tennis players.  Ashton's own apathy towards the sport is not helping matters.  She really doesn't care if I sign her up for tournaments or not.  She doesn't care a lick about going to drills or lessons.  I am not sure if it reaching her peak at the state tourney in the spring, being a senior, knowing she won't be playing ncaa tennis or a combo of it all???  Needless to say, after 15 years of spending more than we can afford each month to cover tennis expenses - this is not  a welcomed attitude.  As a matter of fact, it downright infuriates me that she's given up so easily.  It makes me sad that I've raised a quitter with no self motivational skills at all.  However, I'm also not the pushy mom type so I drop a few subtle hints but mostly bite my tongue til it hurts. 


She hates senior year even though I think it's been pretty wonderful so far.  Who would have ever thought my very "outside the box" thinking, teacher bugging, child would be nominated for Homecoming court???  I certainly never saw it coming.  I know she has a lot of friends but most people find her hilariously odd.  You wouldn't think that would be a high criteria for queen.  She was selected along with three other Beck/Medlin girls including Shannon Nakamura and Ann Odom (two GT friends).  Of course, the winner was the only girl not from Beck but the experience was so worth it.  She looked absolutely beautiful in her long black gown. 


Acceptance letters from ASU and LSU have brightened her fall so far.  She is eagerly waiting for OSU to issue their acceptance and then let them all fight over her with scholarship money.  I'm rooting for LSU but in my own passive aggressive mom way.  I don't want to sway her decision and then suffer with her if she hates the school of choice after a week or two on campus.  I feel like LSU is the best fit but OSU is where her heart lies at the moment.  Only time will tell I guess. 


I'm like cliché queen today....better stop here.

Senior Year Begins

Yesterday was the perfect example of why I'm pretty sure this is going to be a really tough year.  It was Ashton's yearbook pictures for her Senior year.  Of course, we both know I will cry at every "first" or "last" that comes along the next year.  I don't think either of expected her emotional meltdown during the photos though.  Everything was going well.  We picked out the outfits the day before.  She did her hair and makeup just right and looked beautiful when she walked into the school.   Then it came time to change outfits.  Why would the high school not run the AC in the bathrooms in July in Texas???  Well, they don't so my child came out of that bathroom after the clothes change a dripping emotional mess.  We had to stop the photos so she could run home and compose herself, dry her hair and reapply her makeup.  I don't blame her for being upset.  We probably should have rethought the idea of wearing her "State" SWEATSHIRT and jean in July in Texas. Lesson learned.  No pics were taken in that outfit.  When she returned, we went straight to cap and gown.  That is where my emotional breakdown began.  Oh to see her in that outfit just about sent me over the edge. 


Here's to hoping I survive the next 9 months.