'Tis graduation season! We've all seen human interest articles in the newspaper featuring our local soon-to-graduates who have their whole young bright lives ahead of them. For some graduating seniors, there's been another side-story going on, however, and that is receiving and writing in those precious yearbooks. Unfortunately, some of the area high schools have received very flawed books from their publishing companies. For example, take a gander a few of the name changes:
Max Zupanovic was listed in his yearbook as Max Supernova (a rock star is born)
Cameron Bendgen is now Cameron Bandage,
Kathy Carbaugh became Kathy Airbag,
Alessandra Ippolito was listed as Alexandria Impolite, and
twins Courtney & Kayla Hrobak are now Throwbacks.
If these names were printed in a school newsletter, it would be amusing, but unfortunately, these names appeared in the all-important senior yearbook. It wasn't a prank; it occurred as the result of a computerized spell-checker used by the publishing company. Obviously, the publisher did not proofread this yearbook before printing hundreds of them, which cost $53 each, by the way. Another area high school's yearbook contained many pages of gobbledygook and repeated pictures. What a shame! In the first case, the company is issuing stickers to place over all the incorrect names, while the other school is opting for a corrected supplement to the yearbook, instead of reprinting the whole thing, since they want the seniors to have their books before they leave. You would think that today's students would have more control than ever on how their yearbooks look, and that the publishing companies producing these books would have a less demanding job than ever!
In other news, Mom and I had the opportunity this week to drive to Elizabethtown and hike the Conewago trail. It was a perfect day for a long walk, and I'd always wanted to return to this trail and take in its beauty. Years ago, it was one of my running haunts, worth the trip out there because the entire end-to-end distance was ten miles, ten traffic free miles, that is. We walked six miles, which entitled us to toddle into town and have a delicious sandwich and strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert.
And yesterday we walked in the sun at the local arts festival, where we ate more great stuff and Mom bought me an awesome early birthday gift that I will enjoy for many years. Art festivals are such a treat, not only because I love looking at paintings, sculptures, and pictures, but because there are always so many creative takes on more practical items that never would have occurred to me in a hundred years, like making bracelets and watchbands out of old typewriter keys, or silk-screening old postcards onto scarves. And of course the jewelry and purses are always of much interest to us women--arts festivals reign supreme.
Just a few days ago, and by that I mean Wednesday and a whole lot of days before, I was dwelling on who I was and who I wasn't and all the messes I've made and every stupid thing I've said and done and stuff I can't do and it was just really dark, inside and out. But then, there was light, and getting out of the house with my mom. Whew. What a relief.