Football dinner

I picked up the cake for the football dinner. My assignment was to bring a dessert for 12 to the pot luck. Trevor had picked out the design several days ago. We had the store write the team mascot on the icing. Riley came with me. The line was long at the check out. I noticed there was no line at the pizza and ice cream station. I took the cake over there and asked for a vanilla cone for Riley and while they were at it could they ring up the cake. It cost me an extra dollar for the ice cream, but I didn't have to wait in any check out lines. Riley had no complaints either as he chomped away at the unsolicited treat.

We were a little early to the cafeteria at school. There were parents setting up for the dinner. Soon the big boys started trooping in to sit at the tables. The place was soon full. Extra tables and chairs had to be brought out.

Very few of the boys wanted to sit with their families. One parent near me was asking her son to sit with them but he wanted to sit with his team. I had already had this discussion with Trevor. I introduced myself and the mom. We had a nice conversation going during our dinner. She had brought an entree. Riley melted over it when he tried it. He went back for seconds on it and asked her for the recipe which I entered in my memo on my cell phone. I was thrilled to find Riley liked it and was polite about telling her how much he enjoyed it. I had already had to elbow him earlier when he told someone he didn't like a certain dessert they had brought.

Coach had the Seniors go first, then the Juniors, then the Sophomores, then the Freshmen, then the families. I wondered if there would be anything left for the families. The parents that had brought the food knew the crowd they were feeding. They had brought plenty, enough to feed a football team and their families. Even so I waited until the end of the line had shrunk before I went up. Many of the dishes were empty but there was still enough selection for a very pleasant dinner.

The boys had filled up their plates at the first dishes available. Further down the table were some casseroles and dishes that hadn't been served up as aggressively since by the time the football players got to them their plates were over full and couldn't take anymore food. This left an opportunity for the rest of the families to eat.

Trevor didn't join us until the end when coach told everyone to go home and get their homework done. It sounds like everyone gets their grades checked in a week and a half. Anyone not passing five out of six classes gets benched for the rest of the season. Trevor is taking no chances. He wants to go home so he can get his math done. The rest of his work seems to be getting done in class. Open house is next week, I will find out for sure from the teachers at that night.

Riley and Trevor have the same English teacher, different classes, which will be interesting for the teacher. The teacher is allowing Trevor an extra minute to get from swimming at the opposite end of the building to her class. Trevor says he is running to the class to make up time.

The computer class is more of a learning to type on the computer class. I have no complaints as Trevor is trying really hard to learn the keyboard. That class will help him in the future.

Open house will be a good night for all of us. Trevor is playing a rescheduled football game that night out of town. I am hopeful he makes it back in time to attend the open house with me. I'll do Riley's teachers first. Two games next week for Trevor and then hopefully he plays the next one.
He is excited about getting off probation, and so am I. I hope he can maintain this enthusiasm. I reminded him that the end of the year classes will count also towards next year, so he can't let up even when football season ends. These classes all count now, especially for getting into college as he pointed out to me. I think he gets it. He is really trying hard with no procrastination.
That was the main complaint from his previous teachers. They all said he could do the work, he just didn't. I reserve judgement to be wrong.