Race to the Finish.

It’s that time of year again. The time of year when everything school-related ratchets up to warp speed and everyone is ready to be done with it. Last weekend was particularly interesting.

Thursday & Friday:

Laurel earned Grand Recognition status from Duke TiP for her ACT scores. Turns out the kid scored at the 90th percentile or above as compared to high school Juniors and Seniors taking the same exam. Attagirl! Give ‘em hell!

The awards ceremony was at Drury University in Springfield, and I thought it more efficient to travel there than to Duke University in North Carolina. So we did. The kids and I took off Thursday evening, spent the night at the hotel in Marshfield (which is a Very Big Deal for kids who never stay in hotels anymore), and attended the ceremony in the pouring rain on Friday.


There weren’t many students who received Grand Recognition, so we’re mighty proud.

After the ceremony we enjoyed a lovely impromptu lunch and visit with my aunt and uncle before leaving to try and beat the rain back home. We failed. We were in the rain until just east of Rolla. Could have been worse, though.


Lindbergh’s Spirit Festival took place on Saturday, and despite the dire forecasts it was sunny the entire time. So sunny, in fact, that I got a nice lobster-y sunburn. Laurel was scheduled to perform with the Fiddlers at 1:30 and I cannot turn down a good fair, so we had a good time. I especially enjoy junky fair food, and the kids love the rides, so everyone had a great time.



More Fiddlers! Yep, this time we had to drive to St. Charles for the Lewis & Clark Heritage Days so Laurel could perform with the Colonial Fiddlers in colonial dress. I have to say it was gorgeous weather and a lot of fun. While Laurel got tuned up, the remainder of the family went to enjoy a beer at Trailhead. Okay, well, the over-21 crew did. Ethan had root beer. Nothing to write home about, folks. On the other hand, maybe that’s why I had so much fun, considering it was hot and sunny and I was sweaty and at that particular time there wasn’t a whole lot going on at the festival.


The kids put on a stellar performance and then got to jam with the Peacocks, who are really great.

colonial fiddlersjamming with the Peacocks

In other news, Laurel had two (2!) field trips to Six Flags this week, and she’s skipping tomorrow so we can go out of town on Branson Adventure 2011. She has to return for a half-day on Tuesday (blah) but then we’ll have an 11-year-old part-time high schooler. Okay, she’ll be 12 by the time school starts again, but still.


So wish us luck as we collapse pell mell into a busy summer. I’m just hoping to catch my breath at some point.