It's 9:15 a.m. Saturday, Feb. 9, 2019. I am sitting in a classroom at Rosemount High School, proctoring the ACT test for 19 students, mostly juniors. I use this time to usually the write my next column. And this morning, I've been racking my mind to come up with an idea. Then it dawns on me. I've never shared with you my experience of doing this every three or four months. I think it's time.
Run, don't walk, if you're reading this on Saturday, Sept. 15, before 5 in the afternoon because, yes, once again, it's time for the annual Rosemount High School Marching Band Festival! Every year for this weekend's edition, I talk about this event primarily because I know of it firsthand. I've been emceeing this event since its inception. And I'm pumped for it again.
On the calendar, summer is still a few weeks from ending. However, for all intents and purposes, summer ends this weekend. We're already in the final weekend of the State Fair, September is peeking in the front windows, and the stores have a rush of parents picking up last-minute school supplies so their kids are ready on Tuesday. Here we go again. Hot days
A couple of weeks ago, one of my former students, a 2017 grad, reached out to me for a lunch date prior to him returning to college. He'll be a sophomore in college this year. About a month ago, a former student of mine, a 1992 grad, reached out in response to what he had been reading in my nightly blog. I had been whining about having to do a total overhaul on my garage and not only did he offer to assist, but once we began, he insisted on seeing it through to completion before returning to his day's responsibilities.
Well, it's nearing time for those seniors who graduated this past June and planned to continue their education to pack up and head off to college; others who have put in a year or more of university life are gearing up to return for yet another year. As wonderful as retirement is, I still have to declare those years at Eau Claire being the best years of my life. 'Tis why I'm always just a bit jealous when I chat with former students who are at that stage of their lives right now.
Admit it! It's the first weekend in August and if you're a parent of a young one, you're excited about the idea your son(s)/daughter(s) will be heading back to the classroom soon for eight hours a day, five days a week! Your favorite song for August is "It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year." Admit it!
Once upon a time, going to a movie was a pointless effort. I'd fall asleep at various points in ANY movie until the person with whom I was attending would throw his pointy elbow into my side and firmly whisper, "Chuck!" Once upon a time, driving back to Wisconsin on Interstate-94 meant fighting tooth and nail to keep from dozing at the wheel. Once upon a time, I'd be standing in front of my afternoon classes, trying to teach while struggling to keep my eyes open and remain coherent.
Sure and begorrah, Leprechaun Days has returned to the good people of Rosemount! Hopefully all will have found their version of the proverbial pot o' gold once these days have come and gone. Let's focus on the now, though, and all the fun one can consume beginning July 20. I honestly can't attest to knowing the specifics to any of the events going on throughout the week aside from the two in which I'm directly involved. I can point you in the direction of Facebook should you be a Facebook user. You'll simply find them listed as Rosemount Leprechaun Days.
Memorial Day came and went; the Fourth of July is behind us; all that remains now is Labor Day before we say goodbye to summer and hello to those other seasons now visible in the distance. However, with seven complete weeks before all that begins, let's not give up on summer! When I was in my pre-teen years, I loved watching comedies on TV. Most were black and white. One of them was titled "The Good Humor Man." If you don't know what Good Humor was, you may have a difficult time relating this week.
A strong friendship doesn't need daily conversation or being together. As long as the relationship lives in the heart, true friends never part. This week, I take you back to the column from two weeks ago regarding the reunion of the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire resident assistants along with their boss, the head resident. It has come and gone. If I had to sum up the weekend in one word, perhaps the best word would simply be "wonderful." Let me explain.