Mid-term dreams
I guess I missed the chapter in my school career where I was supposed to be convinced that it was all for nought. Maybe my avoiding mathematics courses was to blame. The nought thing, I mean. Wasn’t I supposed to have “hit the wall” and declared that the whole academic thing just wasn’t for me?
Perhaps the times were different. Canada wasn’t sending their youth off to some far-off foreign shore to fight a far-off foreign war. But, we knew that the Americans had that one figured out, and students who lost that magical student status were likely to learn all about the jungle. That wasn’t really a factor, though. I simply liked school. Still do.
My children are cut from different cloth. Today, son #2 avowed that his real desire was to leave studies at Christmas, find gainful employment at well above the minimum required, save as much as possible and then head south of the border, down Mexico way (so many songs, so little time.) In preparation, he was progressively shedding academics, so that the shock of leaving the classroom wouldn’t be painful.
That is not my view of the world. That is not my view of a reasonable compromise. Time to take a few deep breaths and then try to provide a balanced response, that doesn’t require choke holds to get the point across!
Some days, this parenting thing is not what TV in the 1950’s promised. Think it is too late to sue them for misdirection?
