And so comes along yet another of Life’s milestones … this one particular to one whom has offspring of one sort or another.
No, no, not the inevitable giving you the finger when you attempt to take a photo of them.
Although that is one they don’t have listed amongst the whole What To Expect palaver … “just prior to and in the early teenager years, your child will refuse to cooperate in having his or her photo taken, and will inform you of their discontent via sign language, generally in the form of covering their face with the same hand they are using to suggest you “fuck off” using their middle finger – and only their middle finger”
I digress. Child Two is just coming out of that phase, possibly becuase it doesn’t actually stop me taking photos. And posting them on Instagram.
No, Child One, the eldest, is approaching his final years of highschool. Those years that are commonly known as “years 11 and 12” and in Victoria more formally called “VCE” or the Victorian Certificate of Education.
Thus, I have been invited – by which I really mean had a note with some dates and time thrust upon me, and told in no uncertain terms that I must be at the school on those dates and times, and that I am there I must not speak to anyone! – to be more informed about the VCE thing.
I had a few moments, about two, to digest the notes, handouts, information booklet, resource booklet, and subjects offered tome, before heading off to the first information session.
Mostly what I was trying to decipher was how many subjects, and from which section, he needed to choose. I was a little muddles, but had a vague idea. I figured the information session would be more enlightening.
Sadly, I came away more confused than when I went in.
Also, having been strictly forbidden to speak to anyone, I made a point of introducing myself to all his friends, and explain to them that I was not allowed to speak with them, and for this I was terribly sorry.
“Your mum is nice,” said one of Monkey Boy’s friends.
“Please don’t speak to her,” he replied. “Also, please don’t tell her that. You’ll just encourage her.”
If only he would understand that it is saying that that will encourage me, and not the other way around.
He’ll learn. One day. It’s just so much pressure; I keep having to up my game so he gets it.
Anyway, after all of that, and in fact, before we even left, he was quite clear on the subject path he wanted to take.
I admired that.
He was – is – so clear on what he wants to do, and what subjects he needs to take the next two years to get there.
It is a bit of a relief, actually.
Although I did find a LOT of subjects that the school are offering that are really cool and that I would love to do. Unfortunately, he did not choose any from the Really Cool section, and selected only from the Eyes Glazing Over Head Smashing On Desk section … so I do hope he’s aware he’s on his own and not likely to get much help from me in the way of actually knowing what he’s talking about area.