My son M. is off to Washington, D.C. tomorrow morning with his 8th grade class. He has to be at school at 5:45 AM. Yuck. Painful. I’ve got to get him packed up, check-listed, and to bed. Then me, too. He’s so excited about the trip, he probably won’t sleep.
I remember my 8th grade trip to D.C. I know I had a good time and enjoyed touring all of the places they take 8th graders, but my fun was seriously dampened and darkened by a particularly horrible perm. I looked terrible and felt even worse. That’s what happened in the 7o’s when you went to Al’s Fashionette for a permanent wave. You became semi-permanently hideous. Don’t even want to think about it.
M. just went for a haircut on Saturday. He looks great. Lucky boy.