Our local schools started on August 24th, but the week and a half before Labor Day feels like a bit of a prequel.
Now that the long weekend is behind us and we’re fully into September, high school has our full attention.
No. Strike that. High school has only part of our attention, because Mod Squad Pete is a senior and one of his extracurriculars this year is getting into college.
Sure, thanks to long lists and charts and markers on easel-boards and sticky notes with sharpie messages and the incentive to get parents off his back, Pete has made substantial progress down the path toward college. We all knew, though, that those self-created deadlines contained wiggle room. As in: it would be great to get this accomplished early, but this isn’t the drop-dead deadline.
No more wiggle room.
Pete will be submitting a couple of supplementary arts applications that are due the first of October, and with building in a few extra days for submissions, his first drop-dead deadline is now on the refrigerator door.
I pointed that out to him yesterday, when he was reaching for the ice cream. Pete offers a great, brief response these days, a signal that he has heard what was said, without making any commitment: “I see.”