Too Much Paper Work…..

As the More is More Mom®, I am all about……more fun for the High Schooler’s! ‘Tis the season to enjoy Homecoming Festivities. I have a senior and a freshman, with two very different perspectives and priorities……


Amanda is a More is More kind of gal herself; opting to partake in and enjoy as many Rah-Rah school activities as humanly possible. She takes full advantage of the opportunity to ditch her school uniform on Friday’s, showing her school spirit on Spirit Day, at St. Feels Right For Her, while Nick is rarely even aware of School Pride Day at the Be All and End All Academy. I believe he has been known to wear his gym shirt, found wadded up in a ball in his locker. Such things are so low on his radar that he even forgot when the entire school was permitted an out of uniform day in honor of the Varsity Hockey Team (he’s plays Center) making it to the play offs.

Even as an 8th grader, Amanda rarely missed a St. Feels Right For Her home game (and that’s when we thought she was going to the Be All and End All Academy). She would race to the field right after gymnastics, throw on their school colors and meet her pal, Coco, to cheer and watch the game. On the other hand, I think I can count on that one hand, the number of football games that Nick has attended since freshman year. I suppose he’s just as happy golfing and playing hockey on a Friday night.

I can’t say that I am the least bit surprised about their opinions about going to the Homecoming dance. The kids have only been back to school for a few weeks, and the poor freshman have barely had a chance to meet anyone new (especially boys!). Amanda and her gal pals were at the mall doing a little window shopping over the weekend and decided to try on party dresses. As soon as she got home, she plopped down at the island and announced that she and Rosebud had decided that even though the dance was still three weeks away, rather than wait to see who might ask them from their own school, they were each going to each ask a friend from another school to accompany them to Homecoming. More power to you sistah’s! Amanda is a take charge kind of girl, master of her own fate, and texted her dear (since Kindergarten) friend’s older sister and asked if she thought that she should ask her brother. The sister responded with an, “absolutely, I think you should.” So, she did.


Sunday night, Amanda and Rosebud made cute poster board signs, in their school colors, which read, “Do you want to be a “Warrior” (their school mascot) for a night? Homecoming, 2010.” It was a Chinese Fire Drill; Missy, Amanda, Rosebud and I hopped in the car, ringing doorbells, carrying signs, delivering football shaped iced doughnuts to the boys to ask them to Homecoming (a total formality because it was a done deal about an hour after they had thought of the whole thing Saturday night). This is what Chuck would refer to as a Lucy and Ethel moment….

On the opposite end of the spectrum, we have Nick. I’d been asking him for weeks if he and his darling girlfriend (Amanda LOVES her, they text each other and once she took Amanda to Starbucks and Amanda was tickled pink) were going to go to Homecoming. There was the matter of the suit, and girls typically like to have enough notice so they can select a dress. I don’t think I was being too much of a nag in this instance (other instances…TOTAL NAG). First he said they weren’t going to go. Then he said they were going to go to her Homecoming, as she attends a different school. Last weekend, when I asked him to try on his suit, he said, “Didn’t I tell you that we’re not going?” “Why?” I asked. To which he replied, “Too much paper work.”

It appears that in order to attend a school function, at a school where you are not a student, you are required to file paperwork that your school must endorse. Rather than go through the hassle of all that paperwork, Nick’s girlfriend is going to take him out to dinner for his birthday instead. As a man of simple needs, when she asked where he would like to go, he responded, “I don’t know. Potbellies or Chipotle?”  

Either way you slice it, as long as the kids are having good, clean fun, what’s the difference? More time with friends, more dances, more dinners, more good times, more memories…..


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