Recipe for Disaster: Shish Kabob’d Summer School
Here’s a recipe for disaster. This dish is not for the faint hearted. My suggestion is to keep these explosive ingredients as far away from each other as possible.
Shish Kabob’d Summer School
(1) 15 year old boy unconcerned and unfamiliar with priorities
(10 days) of summer school class (that starts at 7:45am)
a sprinkle of “I know way more than you” attitude
a dash of “This is a waste of my time” eye-rolls
a pinch of “I can’t be bothered” sighs
(1) teacher who has a penchant for punctuality (rightfully so)
Mix it all together, set it on an open-fire and wait.
What do you get?
A very unhappy 15 year old boy who has totally Shish Kabob’d summer school. And, in doing so, has also forfeited his chances to play football this year as he will not have the number of credits necessary to be on the team. Not to mention, he will have to retake the class next summer.
I joke…and it’s truly not funny. Not in the slightest.
Raising a teenager is honestly the most difficult challenge I have faced. There is no gratification, no ah-ha moments…at least, not yet. My sincere hope is that eventually there will be light at the end of this dark, frustrating tunnel and that my stepson will realize his actions have consequences.
Parents survive teenagers every day and vice versa. But, I’m way too full for another serving of Shish Kabob’d Summer School!