My brother graduates from high school on Friday. Where did the time go? My parents have been blessed with three well-behaved, intelligent, sarcastic, and smart a** children. I say smart a** because the three of us ALWAYS find loop holes in every argument, which is terrible because it used to get us into even MORE trouble. When I was 11 I wanted to paint my room red. Obviously, my mother wasn't jumping for joy. From her point of view saying no, because it was el color del chamuco, was a valid point. Pfft! I thought this was crazy, so I proudly retorted with: "Well, why do Catholic Cardinals wear red if it's the devil's color? It's a holy color, not a devil's color." NEVER AGAIN. I FEARED FOR MY LIFE!! My dad thought it was hilarious. Mother? Not so much.
Growing up, I was always blamed for everything. Well, it seemed like everything. I have two younger siblings, which means, as the oldest, I always had to "set that example". Up to this day I think it is a ridiculous notion, mostly because they have minds of their own. If they really want to act out, they'll do it out of their own accord. Don't pin it on me!
My siblings mean to world to me and I am proud of their accomplishments. My brother is the Valedictorian for his class (#1, whoo hoo!) and will be attending John Hopkins University this Fall. Thanks to a $55k scholarship and being a Grants Millennium Scholar he will be going to school for FREE. He'll be studying Neuroscience and plans on going to medical school after he graduates. I always joke about him being my "retirement fund", but I really don't mean it. I am going to be a terrible mess on Friday, because it's a bitter-sweet feeling to see the annoying little brat, who I begged my parents to return to the hospital when he was born, all grown up.
Where did the time go???