I had to go to a pre-prom meeting yesterday for my daughter. I was expecting to see, for the fifth or sixth time, the video of the teenagers who drove drunk and got in a horrific car accidents. They didn’t show a video. Instead they told the story of this 17 year old boy. He got in a car with a girl who he’d been drinking and smoking with all night. The boy wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. The car flipped…
I was a good teenager, in realations to other teenagers. I didn’t do hardcore drugs. I didn’t break curfew. I didn’t steal. I wasn’t arrested. I helped around the house as needed. I liked my parents. I liked spending time with my parents. I became rebellious the summer I was leaving for college. I could smell the freedom. I can smell the beginning of something new. I could feel the start of my life. I hated high school. I didn’t…
i never saw my daughter so nervous about going to school. She’s a senior this year. Aren’t seniors supposed to rule the school? She has had mini nervous breakdowns all weekend. “I know no one in any of my classes.” To me that’s a good thing maybe you’ll concentrate more to a senior guess this is really bad. Gym is the worst. That is the class that’s been causing the most angst. I have to call her school later and…
