Mr. Funny gets tons of mail from a lot of different universities. He has worked hard in school and having many options is his reward
and my stressor because how far away from home do you want my boy?.
As we have been perusing the applications, I’ve noticed they want lots of
money for the application fees recommendations from former teachers, current teachers, and his guidance counselor. They ask nothing about my opinion of my son’s abilities.
Therefore, I do not feel it is my responsibility to let them know that Mr. Funny may need some special assistance in some areas. For instance, he can’t figure out when to empty the trash.
He has yet to figure out how and where to put away his clothes.
Discussing the state of affairs at his desk makes me feel
like going into a blackout rage a little crazy.
These universities have no idea what they might be getting themselves into. For crying out loud, we occasionally have to remind him to flush the toilet. Probably, they should leave him alone.
But that’s what they’ll get for not asking for my opinion.