Did I mention that my son is a twit?
He has a theater final tomorrow. He picked a monologue weeks ago, from a list provided by the teacher. He has worked on it a few times, but doesn't have it memorized. He was saving that little chore for tonight.
Except that, tonight, he can't find it!
So he tore apart two backpacks and most of the house. Though, how anyone could find anything in his room is beyond me! We've visited every online library on the internet, and all three local bookstores.
Nada.
This is where my twit son fails Theater!
Ouch! That's a tough lesson learned! :) (says she who was and is a chronic procrastinator, and totally unorganized!)
ReplyDeleteA very tough lesson. I've managed (so far) to keep my mouth shut, and not blast him with a stream of invective, punctuated by frequent iteration of "If you had done this when you were supposed to, you wouldn't have this problem!" I'm usually very good at stating the obvious.
ReplyDeleteIt's just that he wants to go to UT, and needs to keep the GPA way up there!
You just never know which lessons are life-changing, and which are not.
1. You brag about a blogger that maintains an "Idiot-Free Zone" who bans posters he/she deems stupid.
ReplyDelete2. You've managed to keep your mouth shut over a misplaced monologue and then publicly call your son a "Twit"?
Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap. You choose!
"You just never know which lessons are life-changing, and which are not."
Now that his friend saved him, I did post saying he was a lucky twit.
ReplyDeleteHe's 15. He's a twit. It's not such a bad word! I call him that to his face.
Give Dr Phil some bubblewrap!
You really don't get it, do you?
ReplyDeleteWhat you call him to his face is between you and your boy... not the world wide web!
I'll just put my feet up and wait for the next installment called:
"My mother, the crackpot!"
The cat should enjoy that one!
If you don't like it, go away.
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