I may actually enjoy high school this time around. I completely 'get it' now.
Well, enjoying it through my son's eyes completely depends on whether he pulls the grades or not. If he screws around, the enjoyment factor will be... 0.
He and I have already been laughing at the crap that happens in high school. This was a conversation that happened today on our way to his double bass lesson.
Ringo: You know John? He isn't even talking to us anymore.
Me: What? Why?
Ringo: Because... he's a football player now.
Me: What?!
Ringo, laughing: ooooooo, the big football player.
Me: Is he like... too good for you?
Ringo: We think so. (Sidenote: 'we' refers to the group of them that went to Middle School together.)
Me: Wait. We're talking 'insert name of very small school' High School football.
Ringo: laughing
Me: Your entire school is smaller than the freshman class at the local public high school.
Ringo: laughing
Me: You aren't exactly known for your stellar sports program...
Ringo, laughing harder: I know! And get this... it's FRESHMAN FOOTBALL!
Me: bwhahahahahaha
Ringo: And NOBODY GETS CUT!
Me and Ringo: Bwahahahahahaha
Me: That's good stuff.
Ringo: I know. Seriously. We can't quit laughing about it. He's too good for us because he's playing freshman ball, where NOBODY gets cut, at ABC Catholic High School. He said something to us once like, "You know... football changes everything man..." and David said, "Come on, John..." and now he doesn't talk to us.
Me and Ringo: Bwhahahahahaha!
I had to laugh. I told him in 30 years when John is having his knees replaced due to some old high school football injury, he can go play the bass guitar for him to cheer him up.
Afterall, music is forever.
Football? Not so much...
Posted by Boudicca at August 24, 2009 09:34 PMGoing back to your earlier comments about the teachers thinking that Ringo was your BIL's son. I caught some of the same heck from my HS teachers.
I was "lucky" with my HS. All through school up to HS, I followed my brother (not with all the teachers, but close enough that I took to answering to his name). After all we are twins born a year apart.
When I got to HS, they changed the boundary line, so he went to one HS and I went to another. Finally.
So I ended up at the HS my mother graduated from 25 years before. My Latin teacher was her English teacher. The original Principal retired the Spring before I got there, but both of the Assistant Principals knew my Mom and her brother and sister.
Checking the yearbook, there were only 6 teachers remaining from when my mother was there. Two of which retired and got married (to each other, spinster shorthand teacher and bachelor history teacher) the Spring of my first year.
All that was a while ago ... we should be having our 40th reunion shortly ... but the last one I remember was the ... ... ... 25th? which was a reunion of all the city high schools. No reunions since. Maybe it would have been different if I was in-town to help the organizing. Who knows?
Glad that Ringo is already seeing the sillyness of the Jock vs others alignment.
Posted by: The Thomas at August 24, 2009 10:40 PMNice to see that Ringo has decided you're a cool enough mom to be able to share his school life with. Too many kids his age cut out the parents completely. And good to see that he's still grounded enough to see the folly of his peers ditching old friends so they can be with the "popular" crowd. God, I hate that word.
Posted by: diamond dave at August 25, 2009 07:26 AMI agree with Dave, Just another sign that you and the G-Man are great parents...
Posted by: P'cola Titan at August 25, 2009 10:45 PMNothing beats being a band geek. Rock on Ringo. Football players like themselves way too much!
Posted by: pfb at August 26, 2009 09:48 AMHahahahaha!!! It's so great that he already knows how dumb it all is. :)
Posted by: Richmond at August 26, 2009 02:07 PM