A conversation with Mr. T in the asexual Mom-mobile today. Mr. T is finishing his freshman year. He has an amazing English teacher that if you receive an A, you WORKED for that A. He has never made over a B+ in a quarter, but knows he worked his butt off for that B+ and prides himself in making A's on all his papers. (He doesn't do well on some of her tests, but the boy is learning to write.)
Background: Just after Christmas he ate lunch with a group of boys he doesn't know well. They aren't his friends, but he sees them on campus and he needed a place to eat and they invited him. They were mostly jocks and being the sports freak he is, he fit right in. But the boys... they are all carrying less than a C average.
Evidently one of the conversations was about GPAs and they were comparing who had the lowest GPA. One kid was skating on a 1.5. Another had a 1.9. Mr. T said he ate quietly, hoping they'd not ask him his as he's got a 4.0 weighted GPA. (You get extra points for Honors classes.)
Fortunately they didn't ask, but T said in reflection, he realized they didn't ask him out of respect. He was fitting in perfectly fine except for the GPA thing.
I have nicknamed the boys, 'The Dumb Boys'. (Yes, it is not nice, but it's just within the family, T thinks it's funny, and this is my blog so I will divulge it.)
More Background: My Dad used to do this thing when I visited with the boys... the Word of the Day. This was before Bill O'Reilly. There were three words in particular: Lugubrious, Egregious, and Capricious.
Me: Everyone gets labeled in school. People can tell who the smart kids are. Have you had lunch with The Dumb Boys lately?
T: Bwahahhahaha (he was really laughing... it was the way I said it I guess) No. Poor kids. I hope they can come back next year...
Me: They never asked.
T: They never did. I was so afraid they were going to say, "So, what's your GPA?" and then I think I'd have choked. I mean, I can't lie. And everyone knows I'm near the top of my class...
Me: We all get reputations. People can peg the smart kids.
T: Yeah, I have the reputation of being cute, a jerk, good in math, and I have a large vocabulary.
Me: YOU? Vocabulary? After fighting me this whole school year on your vocabulary tests?
T: Well, it's my papers. And I have this thing... I have to use the word lugubrious in EVERY paper. It's like... My word.
Me: Wait. EVERY paper this year?
T: *smug* Yup. Every.single.paper. And I just don't throw it in there. I'll alter the entire paper if I have to, to make sure it fits. I create whole paragraphs around it. In this English class, when we're analyzing, there is always emotion involved. So, it's not that difficult.
Me: I wonder if she's noticed...
T: I dunno. But let me tell you, I've written A LOT of papers this year and every one of them has had lugubrious. It's to the point that before I hand in a paper, Kyle grabs my paper and reads it, hunting for it.
Me: T. This is hysterical.
T: Yup. And I have her next year too...
Me: *bwhahahahaha* Big Daddy would frickin' LOVE this.
T: Oh! OH! Better yet. One paper, I used lugubrious, egregious AND capricious. I couldn't believe I fit them all in!
To which I immediately thought, 'I'm so posting this for my Dad!' It topped the time I was in the car and Ringo asked how a Nuclear bomb works and I said, "I... don't know..." and he said, "Call Big... He'll know."Posted by Boudicca at May 29, 2012 09:23 PM