<p>Scarf, we were thought by some to be Nazis about homework. The TV didn’t go on until the homework was done and in general, it didn’t go on for <em>anyone</em> until the homework was done…with the result that, except for a DVD movie or some sports/news, the TV could be off for weeks at a time. Because of her heavy ballet schedule that ruled our lives, there was almost a catechism after school on the way to ballet: What’s your homework? When is it due? Do you foresee any problems? Yes, it was her homework but we worked together to give her the support and the environment where she could get her work done. Homework was done downstairs in the living room, the computer in the office used only when it was needed…no computer or TV in bedroom for distraction.</p>
<p>One of the nice side effects for her was that she was absolved of household chores as long as she kept grades up and was dancing as much as she did. It was kind of funny when, finally, on a high school break, we had formal introductions: “D, this is the washing machine. Washing machine, this is D.” After a frank and comradely discussion with TheMom (you have to have read old Tass news stories to decipher that one), we also learned to turn a blind eye to the condition of her room, which at times resembled the aftermath of the battle of Marengo. Fortunately, she weathered the experience without becoming <em>too</em> much of a “princess” (she is called “the tsarina” for other attributes) and has kept a moderately neat room, clean laundry, etc., at college.</p>
<p>The other big thing was that we always were very strict about where/when/with who she was. By 11th & 12th grade, her life was pretty much a cycle of school/ballet/homework/sleep anyway and I don’t think it particularly chafed her. She marveled that kids in her high school class could sneak off to parties for alcohol/sex/drugs/whatever and their parents would never even know they weren’t home. Could not happen in our household. </p>
<p>We tried to never be arbitrary but “No” usually meant “No” and <em>that</em> one she started learning at six months. We tried not to say “No” out of mere inconvenience, for what is having a family but inconvenient, but one of her friends once asked her, “Can’t you wheedle your Dad?” “It doesn’t work, so I don’t even try.” Rational appeals sometimes worked and TheMom and I could differ on opinions and sort things out between us without letting D play us off against each other. </p>
<p>And for all that, I think <em>everything</em> broke down when it came to doing her college application essays…I can’t recall that we were ever more aggravated at each other than during that period.</p>
<p>As far as guys, she hasn’t had what I’d regard as a serious b/f but she knows that when she brings one by, I’ll just be sitting calmly in the living room, oiling and cleaning my Dad’s antique Turkish saber as I interrogate the poor chap. Method in my madness: for her to bring him by, I’ll know that she’s serious.</p>
<p>Btw, after her childhood habits, she has apparently become a superb time manager in college. I was really worried about her schedule this semester and she seems to have come through just fine.</p>