April 02, 2013

Conversations That Make you go *Blink*

My second son has a shot of gray on the left side of his head, just above his ear. It's about the size of a dime and anyone who knows him, knows this is his mark.

I poked under it recently and found a freckle/mole, so I think there is some sort of pigment issue going on since there is a mole under it.

Anyway, I was sitting next to him today when I looked over and jokingly said, "You know, you could color that with a sharpie..."

Mr. T: It makes my hair smell funny.

Me: The gray splotch makes your hair smell funny?

Mr. T: No... the sharpie does.

Me: You... colored the gray splotch with a sharpie?

Mr. T: yeah, I did. And it makes my hair smell funny...

Me: Hunh. I was joking.

Mr. T: Hey, it worked. It lasted three days...

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Ringo is going to Prom with two different girls, obviously different proms. Prom is really expensive now and what I've found with his friends is nobody really goes with a date. They all just pay their own way, but pair up in advance.

The girl buys her dress, her prom ticket, and his boutonniere.

The boy rents his tux, buys his prom ticket and buys her corsage.

All the kids meet a one home, the parents show up, pictures are snapped, and the kids go to prom, all hanging out together, but kind of sort of paired off.

The ultimate no pressure date.

"I'm not going to prom with anyone, are you? No? You wanna go? Great."

Pretty much sums it up.

So to his own high school prom he's going with a girl I've never heard of.

Me: You're going to prom?

Ringo: Yup.

Me: What's her name?

Ringo: Karen Smith.

Me: Hunh. Do I know her?

Ringo: No.

Me: In class with you?

Ringo: AP Stats.

Me: She passing?

Ringo: C's. Same as me. Tough class.

Me: Not her gig?

Ringo: Nope.

Me: She of the Smiths as in the granddaughter of Senator Smith?

Ringo: Dunno.

Me: So, where's she going to college?

Ringo: Dunno.

Me: *blink* She's a senior, right?

Ringo: Yup.

Me: And you don't know where she's going to college?

Ringo: Nope.

Me: What in the hell do you talk about?

Ringo, looking into space thoughtfully: I dunno. Not that...

Who doesn't ask where someone is going to college? Isn't that the big talk in the last two quarters of your senior year?

Hunh.

Posted by Boudicca at April 2, 2013 07:33 PM
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honestly, when i was a senior in high school, we avoided that conversation like the plague. *everyone* else seemed to be asking us where we were planning to go to college / what we were planning to choose as a major. avoiding it when hanging out as a group of friends actually let us relax for a short while. (granted, someone might mention it in relation to a scholarship they just won at Specific College, but that was the extent of it.)

Posted by: rae at April 2, 2013 07:45 PM

That may be the case. I was just kind of surprised that he truly had no idea where this girl was going... but he probably doesn't care. At all. He only cares where his work out buddy is going. Afterall, that's how you pick your college.

Posted by: Bou at April 2, 2013 09:15 PM

LOL - yep you have boys. That would be the answer I would have gotten from my son. I'm not sure they talk at all... or if they do what they talk about. It's amazing how they never seem to know anything.

Posted by: Teresa at April 2, 2013 09:36 PM

The yes/no question is: "Are you going to college?" The rest is personal/political.

Back in High School I knew where 'real close friends" would be going to school (mostly), but other people I was in class with ... not so much.

It has been interesting to find out (at recent reunions) the colleges everybody ended up at. In some cases, I still don't know.

It's not like anyone was going to end up at Ha-vard, Yale, or any of the other Ivies.

And I didn't end up at Cal Poly, CalTech, or Stanford for that matter, either. Couldn't afford it.

Who people are, what they do, and how they act is much more important.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 3, 2013 09:21 AM