Halfway

Today was the last day of the 2nd quarter, which means I am halfway through the school year. It doesn't seem like it has been that long, but then I think back to some of the things that have happened and I realize that was a really long time ago. So I guess that means I've still got a long way to go.
Tonight, I picked up my cousin from the airport and helped him scout out the location and logistics for his PROPOSAL!!! I am so happy for him, and he has grandiose plans involving a surprise flight, the Netherlands carillon bell tower, and hundreds of tea lights. That I will apparently be in charge of.
Here's hoping it is neither windy nor rainy!
A story from the past: Going back to the "Bad Bad Leroy Brown" story I tried to start once but got deleted. In middle school, we did a line dance unit in gym class. Learning valuable classics like "The Electric Slide," "Cha-cha Slide," or Will Smith's "Gettin' Jiggy Wit' It." At the end of the unit, we had to join groups to present a specific dance to the rest of the class. This was daunting for me, because I was a horrible dancer and had not really been successful with anything we had done past the first week or so. So, I joined the group for "Bad Bad Leroy Brown," which was one of the easier ones, and thought this would be least embarrassing for me. As part of this whole to-do, we were encouraged to wear a costume representative of our dance. Though we had heard the song many, many times, the only words I knew from the song were "bad, bad, Leroy Brown. Baddest man in the whole damn (I don't remember if they edited that word or not) town. Badder than old King Kong. Meaner than a junk yard dog." And that's all I knew. Being in 7th or 8th grade, we discussed our ideas for costuming, and then the teacher came over. We said we didn't really know what to do, and she said "well, you know, bad Leroy Brown was a pimp." I did not know what a pimp was, but everyone else seemed to and the way the teacher said it made it sound like it was bad, but it couldn't be that bad, right? I mean, this was public school. Blissfully unaware of the implications of everything that then happened, the rest of the group said we should "dress like pimps" by wearing suits for our costumes. When I told my mom I needed to wear Dad's suit coat and shoes for my dance, I'm sure I didn't tell her it was because I was trying to dress like a pimp, and if I did...as much shame upon her as upon my gym teacher who told us to in the first place! I don't remember what the other girls wore, but I remember it was a much cuter version than what I was wearing and I felt and looked like a total idiot. Especially in my dad's shoes, which made it very hard to dance even an easy dance like "Bad Bad Leroy Brown." I just looked up the song, and holy moly, I would probably get fired if I tried to use that song in my class. And I would DEFINITELY get fired if I told four girls to "dress up like pimps."