I got roped into chaperoning the prom tonight. I have managed to successfully avoid this evil almost every year I’ve been a teacher. But the school where I teach makes it a popularity contest. The senior class selects their favorite teachers and “invites” them to chaperone. In fact, last year I got the same invitation (first year working at that school, too) and ignored it thinking it was a volunteer opportunity. So I got myself all dolled up and drove downtown to a beautiful, new science museum. I won’t tell you which one but it was named for it’s principle donor who also happens to be a failed 1992 presidential candidate. We were the first school to host a prom here. And it was not only beautiful but a stroke of genius! The kids spent the first two hours touring the museum — all four floors of it. The sight of young men and women in tuxedos and ball gowns gazing at T-Rex skeletons and testing out earthquake simulators was something else! Because of the peculiarity of the whole affair, there was none of the customary bad behavior associated with proms. In other words, they were too busy enjoying themselves in a decent manner to worry about grinding each other in front of their friends (and thereby, in front of me). I especially enjoyed the number of students who came up to me to introduce their dates and ask for a picture with me. I felt like a celebrity. They really like me. The feeling is mutual. They are like my babies and I’m happy they had a great time. I did too! The evening was best summed up by a young lady I teach. “This was different. It felt like a classy cocktail party!” I added: “Without the cocktails.” We laughed.
Welcome to Harvey Millican!
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Harvey’s Cast of Characters
New to my blog? Wondering who all these people are whom I so lovingly mention from time to time? Here's a handy guide to the characters in Harvey's universe!
Harvey: That's your's truly. Not my real name. I'm a faithful Catholic, husband, father, teacher, former TV producer, and writer who's just trying to make a difference in this little piece of earth I call home. I have a penchant for coffee, disco, gin, and anything fun.
Mrs. Harvey: My lovely wife since 2007. Why she married me, I'll never know; but I'm sure glad she did. Love of my life, mother of my children... She puts up with me, expecting nothing in return. So far, she's gotten a pretty good return on her investment.
Son/Sonny Boy/Young Man: Our seven eight-old son. Loves (currently) machines, Legos, Star Wars, the History Channel, weather phenomena, his sister, and chicken nuggets. Apple of my eye, he reminds me of why I am so proud of my former reproductive abilities.
Baby Girl: Our seven year-old daughter. She has my eyes, my heart, and my birthday (even to the exact minute!). Loves girly things, her brother, and expressing herself artistically. Takes after her dad in appearance but that doesn't seem to have affected her beauty. Reason #2 I'm in awe of my siring capabilities.
(My) Mom: Amazing woman who brought me into the world. Doesn't get to visit us much in person due to trans-continental distance but she and I speak via FaceTame almost every day. A native New Yorker, she and I laugh at the same twisted things. If you like this blog, thank her. She knows her kids and encouraged me to write years ago.
Wilma: OK, so that's her real name. Texas born and bred, Wilma is my mother-in-law, cancer-warrior, prayer partner, drinking buddy, and one of the most genuinely awesome human beings on the planet.
le.Rheims: My baby sister and fellow blogger. She writes far better than I do and never lets me forget it. She prefers to be known as a well-known socialite and composer of light verse but I think sister, wife, and mother of 8 suits her better.
More to come...