It seems a bit presumptious, this going off to college before one has even completed High School. But what can I say? Ours are exceptional children. Smart, witty, trained in the Fine Arts, able to quote Monty Python at a moment's notice, practical, confident, and comfortable in the knowledge that They Know Everything (and its corollary, We Know Nothing).
Deb is taking a couple college-level classes this year because there just aren't any more Advanced Placement courses of interest remaining in the High School catalog. She's already taken the ones which addressed her particular talents; now it's time to give the big ol' college a chance to keep her challenged and growing.
She and her sister took the bus downtown to GRCC and then, while Deb sat in the classroom for an hour and a half, absorbing all the instructors words with rapt attention, her sister wandered through the Library and dreamt of all the books she longed to read. Or played on her iPod. One of the two.
And when the class was done, they scooted on out the door and down to the bus stop and home again, home again, jiggity-jig, to share a wonderful dinnertime conversation with the rest of the family before heading off once again, only this time to the High School Open House, wherein they met with teachers and friends and lockers to prepare for the beginning of the real school year.
Deb is taking a couple college-level classes this year because there just aren't any more Advanced Placement courses of interest remaining in the High School catalog. She's already taken the ones which addressed her particular talents; now it's time to give the big ol' college a chance to keep her challenged and growing.
She and her sister took the bus downtown to GRCC and then, while Deb sat in the classroom for an hour and a half, absorbing all the instructors words with rapt attention, her sister wandered through the Library and dreamt of all the books she longed to read. Or played on her iPod. One of the two.
And when the class was done, they scooted on out the door and down to the bus stop and home again, home again, jiggity-jig, to share a wonderful dinnertime conversation with the rest of the family before heading off once again, only this time to the High School Open House, wherein they met with teachers and friends and lockers to prepare for the beginning of the real school year.