Like Sands Through The Hourglass.....

First, some random bits of information that might prove useful if you're going to stick around my "locker room" for any length of time.......

As predicted, there is no longer a need to give Senior a better name. She is no more. (Well, she still IS, just not with Jock. And actually, if you remind me in just a bit, I've got some teenage drama for you. 'Cuz I know you all miss that from your own teenage years. Admit it.)

Bug? Is getting his 504 plan. I wrote that email to the teacher. And copied it to the principal, the assistant principal, the school counselor, the school psychiatrist, the district psychiatrist and the district Director of Special Education. And then I got a phone call from the teacher later that afternoon. He apologized. He admitted he didn't know what he was dealing with and was a bit out of his depth. He said that he had a meeting with the principal and the school psychiatrist to get more information on what Bug is struggling with, and they both strongly recommended that we implement the 504 plan. There will be a meeting with all of us to work out the details, probably next week. And I? Feel amazingly fantastic about the entire thing.

Ok... so on to the drama.....

I'm beginning to question Jock's list of acceptable qualities in a girlfriend. Remember this one? Senior is proving to be quite the drama queen, too. I'm ok with admitting that she's the one who broke up with Jock. Mainly because he's ok with that admission, too. Turns out he just wasn't that into her. It's the way she did it that irks me. Do you remember when you were in high school? Break ups were done in several different ways, but always.... ALWAYS... face to face. Because by the time we were in high school, there was at least always the illusion of being grown ups with a higher level of maturity.

Senior? Did not break up face to face. She didn't send a friend to do it for her. She didn't call and break up over the phone. So how did she do it? I hear you all asking.

Via text. Which Jock didn't see for a couple of hours because he's learned his lesson about checking his cell phone during class after ending up with an all day In School Suspension for doing that once. He actually heard he wasn't going out with her from someone in the hall before he got the message. She then spent the bus ride home listing all the reasons she, as a senior, was superior to the all the underclassmen. Especially Jock. Who, brilliant boy that I'm raising, just ignored her. Well, he gave her a thumbs up first; and then ignored her.

And the next day.... got himself a new girlfriend.

Senior? Apparently does not like this new development. At all. She spent today's bus ride home polling the audience.... She's prettier than New Girl, right? She KNOWS she's got better hair than New Girl. Besides, New Girl is only a freshman. There's no way a lowly freshman can compare to a senior. Right? And then she looked at Jock, and called him a ManWhore.

At this point, Jock had to stop his story because I had started laughing. Hard.

My 15 year old, only had a handful of girlfriends, is absolutely committed to living and dating sex-free until well after high school..... a ManWhore? Oh, that was just too funny! But, back to the story.....

He looked at her, gave her two thumbs up this time, and turned away from her to continue the conversation he had been having with a friend.

Here is where I pointed out a few things to him. One, she's a senior.... who is still riding the school bus. The only one on this bus. But more importantly, though I could give him a laundry list of the best comebacks and slams, he was doing the absolute best thing he could ever do. By ignoring her and her toxicity, he was showing her how unimportant she really was to his life. And that was better than anything he could actually say to her.

Coach and I are really quite proud of him. Although I suspect it's for different things right now.

A ManWhore? Really?