It’s Only Been a Week Since School Ended Forever.
Dylan came downstairs this morning and said, “Every day I come down here and wonder, where’s Shane?”
Shane, of course, is still at school. Dylan finished his school year several weeks before the rest of the students which, I assume, cuts down on senior skipping and the like. I mean, all the seniors are already done with school long before it’s over. How could they rebel against that?
Dylan secured a summer job in spite of his insane schedule, but he doesn’t train for that job until just before school lets out. He’s working as a host for a zip line park, so the customers start swarming in after the school year ends.
So Dylan stays in his room until noon. He plays video games at night. He’s got no homework, no studying, no job. He’s free of responsibilities for the first time in eons and he loves it.
But he might want to consider preparing for college. There are music placement tests to take in a couple of weeks, for example. Since he wants to major in music, he might want to prepare for those. But he doesn’t.
He has to pare down his belongings from the size of a mountain to a size that will fit in the back of a Honda Pilot – and still last him a year. He’s got a paperwork mound in his room that started growing sometime in kindergarten, but he doesn’t want to go through that – or anything else. And he’s got two months before he goes to school.
Still, it’s only been a week since school ended forever – and I can’t see any reason to declare that he “must” do much of anything. In fact, he’s not going to have me pointing him in the right direction in a few months, so who would it help?
Besides, he deserves some down time. His job will start soon enough and we can worry about cleaning out and packing up sometime between shifts.
I’m going to let the boy rest for awhile.