December 15, 2009

When Over Achieving Isn't All It's Cracked Up to Be

A couple Fridays ago, Mr. T had a school dance, HIS first of the year since he had swine flu with the actual first dance and missed it.

He was excited. You don't do dances in 6th grade and have to wait until 7th. Having to miss the first dance, there was great anticipation with this one.

Imagine my surprise, when at the end of the dance, I was met by the principal and told he needed to speak to me about my son.

My response? "Mr. T?"

As if Ringo or Bones was in there. It was HIS dance and I had to question? Strike 20 IQ points for that one.

But it was instinctive. This is the kid who NEVER got a time out in elementary school, got sent down to the principal's office in 5th grade once for making fun of a kid's watch when the other kid had started picking on him, and got a detention once in 5th grade for talking to the kid next to him in church.

In K-7, that's the extent of the trouble he has caused.

And now I get flagged down by the principal after the school dance?

My son came over and the principal said, "Tell your Mom what happened."

T: I threw up.

Principal: No, tell her WHY you threw up.


T: Because I got in a soda drinking contest with Nick and I threw up after...

And this would be the story. There were dixie cups. I don't allow coke in my house. It's bad for you and that's my big battle. NO coke.

So here he is at the dance, there is a lot of coke and he and his buddy decide to have a coke drinking contest with these dixie cups. First kid to 30 cups wins.

His buddy 'John' makes it to cup 12 and starts to feel like crap and stops.

His buddy 'Nick' makes it to cup 27 and starts to feel like crap and stops.

At that point T says he feels like crap too, but he's going to win.

Gotta love that competitive spirit.

He gets to 30, feels like complete crap, sits down and proceeds to vomit all over.

Guess what? He told me later, "It's better to win and vomit then to lose by a half a cup" a thought echoed by many many a boy since then.

To the boys in his class, he was quite the hero. To the girls? They appear to be grateful that they weren't slow dancing with him when he decided to go all volcanic.

My eldest actually said to him, "Not me. I'd not want to get to 30. I'd want to overachieve... and get to 31!"

Mr. T replied, "I was trying. I was. But man, I could not make it past 30."

Yes, I'm a bit concerned about college. Why do you ask?

Posted by Boudicca at December 15, 2009 10:02 PM

At least its not alcohol ... yet.

You are going to have to watch that boy.

At least he wasn't trying to pass some "Bar Exam" to become a Legal Eagle.

Posted by: The Thomas at December 15, 2009 11:06 PM

Cool Hand T.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at December 15, 2009 11:55 PM

Highly suggest when he gets of drinking age that you, him, The oldest all have a drinking contest. Let him see how horrible it is at home versus out with his friends. He is a control freak, show him how out of control he gets with alcohol... at home. Might help. Then again he has that male gene... just don't know about that. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at December 16, 2009 05:47 AM

Competitive spirit - the boy's got spunk.
As for college, you just never know and have no control at that point. Do your best now - pray like nobody's business then - he's a good kid, all will shake out in the end and you know he cracks you up :)

Posted by: patti at December 16, 2009 10:37 AM

A frat friend's big beer pitcher said "I bet you can't."
I could.
For about 2 minutes.
Fortunately, I was outside with bushes nearby to spew into.
Haven't chugged a beer since.

Posted by: George P at December 16, 2009 11:14 AM

Well ... Maybe Mr. T could help Bones out with his vomit shortage.

Posted by: PeggyU at December 16, 2009 01:12 PM

Yeah... I second the "get drunk at home" lesson. Otherwise there may be charcoal slurry in the boy's future....

Posted by: Graumagus at December 16, 2009 02:41 PM

Kudos to all those thinking he's gonna do this with alcohol, just because he did it with Coke in Dixie cups when he was a kid.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at December 16, 2009 08:09 PM

Hey, things go better with Coke. For instance, here's my lunch.

Posted by: Mockingbird at December 17, 2009 01:21 PM

I see a great future for him. Nice competitve spirit AND the strength to overcome the pain and discomofort.

If this is the worst that he's done... wow. That's pretty tame.

Posted by: Contagion at December 19, 2009 09:22 AM

I'm kinda reminded of the time that we had a milk drinking contest when I was in fifth grade. I won easily, but was still a little less than a pint shy of a gallon. You could literally hear me sloshing when I moved.

I WAS proud of that fact that I didn't hurl... but I think I would have felt much better if I had.

Posted by: t1g at December 19, 2009 02:08 PM