"A lot of people, especially this one psychoanalyst guy they have here, keeps asking me if I'm going to apply myself when I go back to school next September. It's such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it?" - Holden in The Catcher in the Rye
Just attended High School orientation for the number 1 son. Seriously, I look way too young to have a kid entering the 9th grade. We met the principal. Examined some clubs. And heard the pep band (and also a Pirates of Penzance preview-the spring musical). Look out freshman year; here comes Josh and the rest of his Mango Mafia. A communal dinner at Chipotle followed with the kids chowing down and the parents commiserating.
Meanwhile, the boy child is so over middle school...where he feels he has learned all that they can offer him. Looks like he'll be on the accelerated track and has chosen espanol as his foreign language of choice. He's a little stressed about the transition and the amount of homework to be anticipated. He's wondering how to get involved, contemplating forming a cinematography and/or skimming club. But his biggest concern that is freaking him out now is: which period he'll be taking surfing. I don't remember having such worries as I schlepped my surfboard through the snow, barefoot, uphill...both ways.
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