You work hard raising your son...you take him to the football games, you teach him to be a gentleman. You sit through the hours of wrestling meets watching him get pinned...you work with him on his homework. You hope he can get into a "good" school and really make something of his life. The college acceptance letters come and you find out it's going to be Napa Valley College! Yay!
You fill up the U-Haul trailer and help him move into his dorm room at NVC and after three years of college (with 5 more ahead, no doubt) he sends you a link to his latest video so you can catch up on what he's doing - other than majoring in Feminist Studies:
You cry.
You can't understand why he wants to wear make-up like a panda. He's forgotten that there is a "Senate" and a "House," not two of each. Why can't his classmates spell "ILLEGAL?" Does Napa Valley College's hunger management program teach that three slices of pizza is starving?
You cry.
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