Some day, he’s going write a memoir and this will be the moment he will recall that pushed him over the edge….
These conversations actually happened in my house.
Honestly, I can’t make this stuff up…..
Second Born Son: Having a girlfriend is expensive.
Me: How do you know this?
SBS: Everybody knows this!
Me: (Ok, I’ll indulge him) Hmm. So how is having a girlfriend expensive?
SBS: You have to buy the gifts for their birthday, for Christmas, Valentine’s Day. So I’ve figured it out.
Me: Oh, have you?
SBS: Yup. I’m going to break up with them. Right before their birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s day.
Me: Oh, you think that’s going to work?
SBS: Yup. Then I won’t have to buy them any presents.
Me: Well, I think that’s only going to work for you once or twice, then the word is going to get out.
SBS: What word?
Me: That you are a lousy boyfriend!
Followed by this gem…
First Born Son: I think I’ve figured out the Valentine’s Day thing.
Me: What’s that?
FBS: It’s not what you do on the 14th that counts…
Me: Ok… (I’ve got some hope here!)
FBS: Ya, it’s what you do on the 15th! And besides, everything is on sale then!
I can see I have my work cut out for me!
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
Harmless enough question. Except when you are the one who has the answer it. We recently sat down with First Born Son and his high school guidance counsellor to discuss his second semester course selection, which was somewhat jumbled. It ended up being a discussion about where he wants to go to college, and ultimately, his career.
Since FBS’s Plan A is not to be, we are looking at ways to get him where he wants to be; on a farm, even if we can’t start him off on one. He needs to make enough money in his primary profession, so that he can eventually buy his own piece of land.
As FBS is half way through Grade 10, we thought it might be a little premature to start the college convo, but according to the counsellor, it’s never too early.
What a change.
When I was in school, you filled out a form half way through Grade 11. It listed your likes and dislikes. The Big Guy did this as well and was advised he would make a wonderful undertaker. My results were inconclusive, and when I went to my guidance counsellor for clarification, and get his opinion on my thoughts for a college education, he suggested that I enrol in university. His only qualifier for this was a random comment about my appearance. I left his office confused and slightly disturbed.
As far as career planning, it was left to my interests at the time and my lack of faith that I would actually be accepted to any college. There was never a conversation about employment options, or earning potential. I applied for Journalism at College 1, Graphic Design at College 2 and Flight Attendant at College 3. I figured wherever I was accepted to, that would be where I attended. So much for a plan. Months later, I hear back from the applications. I’ve been accepted at all three; color me amazed!
But now, it is best to have a plan from Grade 9. The level of study you enter will determine if you will attend university, college or trade school, or enter the work force directly from high school. Each year you narrow your options, putting a finer point on your field of study. FBS had a fairly sharp point on his future, but learned the hard way that he’s going to have to keep on taking Math, English and Science for the next two years!
I wasn’t sure who was more excited during our meeting, FBS or The Big Guy. The counsellor kept coming up with awesome college courses, more awesome college campuses and EPIC career options. Studying outside, high employment ratios, not tied to a desk!!! I gotta say, it was sounding so good that I was ready to sign up, except the commute is brutal. Apparently the “best” programs were the ones farthest away from home.
Of course they are….
At least I have two more years to get used to that idea, and find ways to keep The Big Guy from stowing away in the luggage!