With our teenager, I hold up my high school aura as an example of what not to do.
I did not want to take Chemistry so I took Project Physics pass/fail. I didn’t want to read those long, involved novels so I dropped out of Honors English. I did not want to work hard at math, so I took College Math pass/fail.
I liked limericks.
In my College Math class I felt bored one day, so I wrote this limerick in the margins of my notebook. Please forgive my deviation. I had (and have) a sardonic sense of humor:
The little bird started to cry.
“Oh Mama, why can’t I fly?”
“You can, my Love,”
And she gave him a shove
And the bird fell and splattered like pie.