Irish

Our Thanksgiving week got off to a great start. Monday M learned she had been accepted to attend Cathedral High School for the next four years. S and I got an email around noon, which I forwarded to M’s account. When she got into the car after school I told her to check her email. She had a moment of confusion, because like most kids her age email is about the last method of communication she would ever use. But after that moment there was a flicker of recognition and she scrambled to scroll through spam to find the message from school. Her face lit up, she gasped, and even got a little teary. And then one of her sisters tried to ruin it by being a jerk. I yelled at the sister in question. But M was still excited.

Then yesterday she got her official acceptance letter, complete with sticker and pop socket with the school logo on them. That made her happy, too.

Not that there was much question of her getting in. She’s a high honors student who has never gotten into trouble, has a parent and grandparent who both went to CHS, and has parents who can afford the tuition. It was nice to find out for sure, though.

Only a few of her friends did the early admissions thing and CHS is the only Catholic high school here that does early admissions. So while it seems like the majority of girls in her St. P’s class are going to CHS, only three others found out this week.[1] Another friend found out last week that she will be going to the Jesuit school on a full ride thanks to her academics (and, cough cough, the fact she’s a great basketball player). But for the rest of M’s class who are going to private high schools, they won’t find out until February.

So now, baring something crazy, we will be an Irish family for the next eight years. Although once CHS gets its hooks into you, you can never really get them out.