Hello Everybody! This year is nummer drei for mich! Lulu is taking her second year of German so I asked her how to say ‘number three for me’. Trying to start with a hook and I failed. If this post had sound effects, they’d be wah wah. Or ba-dum-tis go the drum & cymbals.
Back to acceptance. I’ll land the plane eventually. I promise.
She’s home and working virtually. Finishing up her last coursework. She was not a candidate for May 2020 graduation anyway with only 116 of 120 necessary hours. She couldn’t find a four hour class and even if she had, that means a lab which in Corona land is no bueno. She stayed up until midnight to register for those last two classes yesterday. The worry around available online classes is gone replaced by what the heck will happen when this is all done?
All around us people are feeling bad for the class of 2020. Rightfully so since they are missing out on milestone rites of passage. Actually, she is accepting her situation better than I am. She says “it is what it is”. Channeling her PoPo and looking for silver linings.
As always, more to come.