Tuesday, March 18, 2008
There I was in the high school office, Olivia home sick in bed. The second-to-the-last day to get signs off's for her Nat'l Honor Society application. Yes, she should have finished them herself. I nagged, she sighed, I should have taken the hint. Assuming this is what she wanted, what she needed. I gather up her hard work, 98% complete, made the appt, got in to see who I need, it's so simple!
The flush of embarrassment came moments later when I was told by the administrator to let it go--they couldn't help me. Olivia needed to do this herself. Others got their applications in within the two weeks. It wasn't my job to do.