That said, I am now gearing up to await the return my offspring, school will be out in an hour and the weekends is beginning. I bet Sam will be home before anyone else, changing into his pj's and wrap himself up in his dressing gown. This is what he likes doing after school at the moment. This, and winding me up of course. He is good at that! Teenagers are just so weird. The dressing gown is in dire need of a wash but Sam assures me it smells exactly how he likes it to smell. He won't like being reminded of the scouts meeting this evening....
In year 4 he will have to drop some subjects and focus on this National 5 exams (confusingly held at the end of year 4). Assuming that he will sit National 5's of course and not National 4's, or a mix of the two. I am not entirely sure at the moment what the difference is.
How do you advise your child what subjects to choose? I feel biased towards the sciences because I am a biologist by training. Richard feels biased towards the sciences because he is a biochemist. Together, we are probably not ideally suited to advise Sam on his future career...... So, what did we decide? We let him choose all by himself and discussed his choices once he was certain he had made the right choices. Quite possibly, this amounts to poor parenting. Sam's choices seem quite sensible: Geography, Modern Studies, Drama, Physical Education (in addition to core PE), Computing, Business and Administration, Chemistry and Physics. I get tired just writing this down! Funny, that, I never thought of Sam as being sporty but he is very clear that he wants to do the PE option. He gets to choose core sports and plans to focus on swimming. He is in the schools swim club already and chose personal survival skills for one of is year 2 options. He is learning to administer CPR just now. I really hope he is not going to practice his skills on his younger siblings....
We are lucky with Sam, he is academically clever and he should be able to achieve whatever goal he sets himself.
I think Sam is quite anxious about growing up. His anxiety manifests in the oddest ways (not to be shared here), sometimes I feel like laughing and other times more like crying.
He asked yesterday if he would be allowed to be a home student and continue to live with us for the first three years of his studies.... because, he said, he was worried that studying elsewhere would be too expensive. Inside, my evil self shouts "no way" (I want his room for my creative pursuits) but I am also quite pleased that we appear to be the lesser of two evils if he has to choose between staying with his parents or running up a huge debt.
I wonder why he doesn't consider alternative paths of education, an apprenticeship in joinery maybe. Or training as a violin builder. For quite selfish reasons I also fancy a hair dresser in the family. However, I keep quiet because I don't want to push him where he doesn't want to go. For now at least.
Not only does he have to worry about his future career now, he is also turning into a young man, which seems a rather troublesome process. Lately he has been complaining about his throat that makes his voice go funny... He also discovered black heads on his blemish free face, which he blames on me because apparently, acne runs in my family but not Richard's.
The joys of growing up! Have you got teenagers that find growing up difficult?
The photos today are off my newly finished tea cosy. I have never owned such an item but now that I am a fully acculturated honorary British citizen, I thought I should make one for Sam's charity shop tea pot. Tea pots have to be of a particular shape Sam says, and it is only those cheap metal ones that fit the description. It looks quite nice with its little hat on. Sam is most pleased to have a tea cosy for his pot, too. I bet he won't mention this to his pals!
Oh well, time for some weekending. Before I forget: a warm welcome to my new followers, I am really happy to see you here.
Have a lovely weekend!
P.S. Not so wordless after all. Funny how my wandering mind works.