For the second day in a row, the kids here have had a two-hour delay. Tomorrow, we’ll have a reprieve, but then more snow/mix crap on Friday. It’s almost March–enough snow already!
For those of you with boys…or girls…that are in the teenage years of first loves, first kisses…I know they say that we’re supposed to let our kids make their own mistakes. But let me go on the record as saying my oldest son, the one who might not live to see 16 in May is a dork. Up until a couple of months ago, he wanted to go to a technical school to do CAD. He toured the school, came home and was all excited. For days he talked about going there and finishing out his high school years. He wanted to get ahead and he wasn’t doing so hot in his regular school subjects. This school is the perfect place for him. He talked to people who went there and they’ve all said positive things–not one negative thing about it. We’ve talked to other parents whose kids are on the brink of graduating and different companies are trying to outbid the salaries for their kids to work with their company.
Now, all because of a girl, he doesn’t want to go. Now, he wants to go to college and I’m not knocking college in this post, I’m just saying that there are some kids who should go to college and there are those who shouldn’t. My son, unless he does a dramatic 360, isn’t college material. He doesn’t want to do his homework, he doesn’t take good notes, he doesn’t study and for the last few years, he’s skated by by the skin of his teeth. If there is something more interesting than school–ie his girlfriend, his friends, the firehall, choral stuff in school–his grades decline. I explained that in college, his Professor isn’t going to call me or email me when his grades are slipping. They’re not going to take his excuses, because they’ve heard it all. He’s also the type of kid who shuts down when he doesn’t comprehend stuff.
He’s risking–throwing away everything all because his girlfriend, who is also fifteen said, “Please don’t go.” Which is pretty selfish on her part if you ask me. THEY’RE FIFTEEN!!!!!
He’s lied to me repeatedly about this. I’m just at my wits end, here.






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