Not my boy, though. Uh-uh. *snort*
We started with, oh, who can remember. Anyway, then there was audio production, engineering, and athletic training. But audio production was the clear winner, and it required a
And then his guitar teacher told him some BS about being too hard to make money in the industry. Of course, he was talking about sound production for bands, not the huge, vast, infinite possibilities of sound production in other forms. But, nope, his mind was made up. His passion, second only to baseball, was no longer an option for him.
As parents, we bit our tongues until they bled. Trust me on this, you cannot tell a teenager anything about life today or how it might affect them, say 5, 10, 15 years from now. Well, you can try, but since teenagers, especially older teenagers, know absolutely everything about what they want in life, you will get nowhere. In fact, you will quite likely end up with a complete about face rebellion to whatever you are trying to say. Oh, you with young children - you just wait. Your four
Then it was engineering, athletic training, marketing. Marketing won out. Still is the winner. Schools were looked at and choices narrowed. He was interested in only two. One on the other side of our state, one in the same state a set of grandparents lives in (UNR). Two tours of each school.
Ah, but then there's the ever-present baseball. But no, he was interested in program and school first. THEN, if he could play ball, he really wanted to give it a shot. Okay, let me just put aside any notions of how this works - it
I talked to him about his interest in possibly playing for another school if the opportunity arose. Or playing for community (junior) college first if that chance was offered. But NO, he was only interested in his two picks. That was it.
Applications went in and acceptances came back from both schools.
Him: "Are you going to sign me up for that baseball College Showcase at the training facility?"
Me: "Do you really think it's worth it if only one of the schools you are interested in will have a coach there?"
Him: "But there will be other school's coaches there, right?"
Me: "Yes. There will be 29 colleges represented. But I thought you didn't want to consider another school."
Him: "Well, if they offered me a spot to play, I'd consider it."
THIS, people. THIS is where parents earn a badge for years and years of practicing a calm reaction.
With my mind racing and me wanting to slap him silly for waiting this long, I said, "Okay, let me talk to Dad about it."
*I should point out that talking to Dad has to do with the fact that there is a PRICE TAG attached to this little event. To the tune of $175.
Sigh. Is this the beginning of the mind changing? Maybe. Who knows. I suppose I'll just sit back and be glad he wants to go to college.
But for the love of all things that drive me nuts - this kid waits until the last minute every time. He's going to drive me to drink with his calm, let's squeeze it in at the deadline demeanor.
See early admissions is now. Full admissions by spring. Financial aid applications next month. And most kids playing college sports are already immersed in the recruiting process. But my kid with his broken arm last year - we are just now getting a skills video together.
OH WAIT, did I tell you The Girlfriend wants to go to the in-state college? And major in marketing. And obviously wants him to go there. 'Nuff said. I'll be glad it's not me.
Is that drink ready yet?