Ok. I think we can all agree that high school kids are annoying. But the full extent of the annoying can never really be known until you travel with a group of them.
There are five. Four girls and a boy. They're on the speech team, so they generally tend toward the dramatic. They sing. A lot. They tell overly dramatic (and probably only partially true and accurate) stories. A lot. They talk. A LOT.
We spent three hours in a van yesterday, and I'd about had enough of the high schooler shenanigans. I was relieved when we were able to get out of the van. I thought I could get a few quiet minutes in our hotel room, but I was wrong. We headed out for dinner almost immediately, and another 20 minutes in close quarters with them was enough to do me in. I wanted to scream.
As we walked into the restaurant, the two coaches and I lagged back a bit. The current assistant coach was the assistant when I was on the team and happens to be my mom's best friend whom I love dearly. I looked over at her, and apologized, sincerely apologized, for how obnoxious I must have been in high school. (I've taken to apologizing to adults in my life for the ridiculous, obnoxious, or otherwise annoying stuff I did as a kid. I suppose it makes me feel better about myself.) She laughed at me and told me I wasn't one of the worst she's seen. Um, thanks?
In other news, the tournament is going well. I'm apparently super-special and get to be a fancy-pants judge instead of a regular one. It's good to know people on committees, I guess. Tomorrow is going to be a loooooooooooooong day, and we can't go to bed for another half an hour (after curfew time). I'm loving it, though. I need my own speech team.
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