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I found out yesterday over dinner* that my son hasn't registered for classes in the fall, and wasn't planning to. I freaked out, natch, and called his mother immediately.
She's copacetic with all this, saying he'll be volunteering for two political campaigns and, we hope, getting his brain stuff together. The original plan of his academic probation was for him to do two quarters of one class, then one of two, then a full load. Both he and his mother insist that his school is OK with his taking fall quarter off.
He's taken breaks from things before, and basically peed them away. On the other hand, the last time he had a full load, he screwed it up; that's how he got on probation in the first place. I'm not trying to get him back to school this fall. I can't anyway, technically. The Wendling points out that he's been paying his own tuition.
I'm astounded at the degree to which my son doesn't seem to want to GTFO of his parents' residences and get on with his life. It's an alien mindset, one that's unknown in my entire extended family, and Ex's too, now that I think about it. Especially with the cost of living in this area, which he says he never wants to leave, the path to independence is through school, as I told him.
*Chicken in white wine reduction, my son's favorite of the things I've learned how to make.
She's copacetic with all this, saying he'll be volunteering for two political campaigns and, we hope, getting his brain stuff together. The original plan of his academic probation was for him to do two quarters of one class, then one of two, then a full load. Both he and his mother insist that his school is OK with his taking fall quarter off.
He's taken breaks from things before, and basically peed them away. On the other hand, the last time he had a full load, he screwed it up; that's how he got on probation in the first place. I'm not trying to get him back to school this fall. I can't anyway, technically. The Wendling points out that he's been paying his own tuition.
I'm astounded at the degree to which my son doesn't seem to want to GTFO of his parents' residences and get on with his life. It's an alien mindset, one that's unknown in my entire extended family, and Ex's too, now that I think about it. Especially with the cost of living in this area, which he says he never wants to leave, the path to independence is through school, as I told him.
*Chicken in white wine reduction, my son's favorite of the things I've learned how to make.
