<p>Rescued from Page 2 purgatory! Last night, I thought of something really good to talk about in the Alley, but I’ve already forgotten what it was. Pour a little something stronger in my coffee this morning, dodds. :p</p>
<p>There’s a stranger on my sofa this morning, and I have already farted outloud (I’m really hoping that the sound didn’t make it from the computer room to the sofa) and said the eff-word when I spilled my coffee. Any minute now, MrSlugg should be rolling out in his jocket shorts. Six months of empty nesthood, and we’ve turned into Uncle Pa and Aunt Ma. :)</p>
<p>When S was young we took him to a therapist who specialized in wee 'uns. She drew pictures and talked about “lighthouse vs. laserbeam” with S needing a little more of the laserbeam. We still use the terminology today even though he is a teen, much to his embarassment.</p>
<p>Would say S usually has 10 things going on at once, concentrating 10% to each. D is usually 75% on primary target, with 25% on other stuff (usually music or a movie on the laptop in the background).</p>
<p>I must admit that I am probably more lighthouse than laserbeam…</p>
<p>mstee, I am gonna take you up on that drink! I won’t be back for another week, but all I can say is, TSFH <em>TOTALLY RULED</em>! He was <em>on</em>, he loved the place, his interviewer was the head of the dept. and apparently it went fantastically (and TSFH said afterwards, “Mom, it wasn’t like an interview at all, it was like a really exciting conversation where we were just trading ideas about our work!” – and I doubt it hurt that he took a folder of his graphic artwork with him as a prop), and by the time we were ready to leave he had contact info shared with no fewer than six current students and had plans to start a water polo team on campus with them next year if he matriculates. </p>
<p>I was told that as a result of today’s interview, the dollar amount of the scholarship can only go up. (!!) And they’re paying for his trip out there. I gotta say, they surely got his attention.</p>
<p>Cosmo or lemon drop, it’s all the same to me! Ping me and we’ll celebrate our seniors’ excitement IRL soon, yes? And please everyone, permit me to grin a little. :D</p>
<p>Mootmom! You know I have always thought that SluggSon and TSFH would rule the world some day. In some creative way. How wonderful. You deserve whatever virtual libation you request…</p>
<p>And IRL too. I’m grinning along with you. And it’s a beautiful day here in the Valley, huh?</p>
<p>Somebody STOP me. I’m getting SO CRANKY on this forum. Wow. I feel like the “tone” of it has really deteriorated lately and I’m sure I haven’t helped it any. Blah. I need a vacation.</p>
<p>Nah–you just need a drink weenie! Cyber pong anyone?</p>
<p>Congrats to mootie but we should all remember this story as an illustration of cheers’ slacker theory. All of a sudden, just when we want to wring their necks, those charming slacker boys do a meteoric rise, don’t they? Look how they are embraced and adopted by mentors. mootie’s son is just at the start of that love fest. I bet he is welcomed from here to kingdom come in his career too. Does that happen for diligent girls? Not so much, says me.</p>
<p>I have a good story although it is about secondary school.</p>
<p>I met a wonderful family who were desperate to get their son admitted into my son’s Harry Potter school. For two years, they had been trying to get an interview after initially being told that he had a good chance of acceptance. </p>
<p>After we first met them, I told DH to give the Head a call and tell him he’s been an idiot. The boy is lovely and clever–a far more diligent student than my son–and the parents and family are even lovelier. The whole bunch (two more boys) would be a huge asset to the school.</p>
<p>The Head said there was nothing he could do, local politics etc.</p>
<p>But…surprise surprise, out of the blue, the boy got an admittance letter a few weeks ago. He’s borrowed S2’s old uniforms (different ones for different days of the week), been for day-long visits and meetings-- and he’s enrolled! Not only that, when he sent his old school a letter with regrets, they invited him in and offered him a full scholarship if only he would return–plus his choice of any class at any level. He was flattered but he told them he couldn’t accept. He’d fallen in love with the Harry Potter school already.</p>
<p>Weenie. The Alley is where you get to come blue, whiny, crabby, needy, blustery…just not pretentious, that I believe is our only criterion.</p>
<p>After all, it’s virtual! Think of our multiple options!</p>
<p>Crabby? Read the post, mouth “b***<em>”, and scroll on by.
Whiny? Read the post, *cringe</em>, scroll on by.
Needy? Open up a bar of chocolate, scroll on by.</p>
<p>We love our patrons. We don’t care if they are less than perfect on any given day. After all, we can scroll on by:).</p>
<p>Of course, I never would. Not in the Alley at least. I might miss yet another moment that causes me to expel yogurt from my nose and we can’t have that, can we…</p>
<p>OMG I forgot to mention! On the campus tour on Sunday, I looked up the hill behind the massive painted-weekly bulletin-board boulder, and what did I see on the hillside, looking at me for a few moments before sliding into a burrow behind a fallen log, too quickly for me to take a photo?</p>