This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!
Considering I never actually speak to Daniel anymore it’s weird that I’d have any stories at all to tell about him. He didn’t call for the longest time and when he did it was as a result of this email:
From: Lynn MacDonald
To: Daniel MacDonald
So I guess I’ll never hear from you again so I thought I’d check out the following:
1. Have you talked to your professors about extra time
2. Are you sitting near the front
3. Do you need meds?
4. When are your exams…I have to make reservations
5. Do you remember that you once had a mom?
6. Do you even care that you once had a mom?
Amazingly enough this particular email prompted a phone call. Glad I can still amuse the kid. At any rate, it’s not often that I talk to Daniel but every once in a great while I send and/or receive a text.
Now I happen to know that midterms are coming up. How do I know that? Well, because his sister Andie also attends Duke and her midterms are coming up. Now I know that getting off to a good start in college is very important. How do I know that? Because I got off to an awful start and basically got through college by the skin of my teeth. By the way, why is that an expression? Teeth have no skin.
But I digress. I have been nudging Daniel to talk to his teachers about his “needs” but he keeps delaying it and giving me horseshit excuses. I’m used to that but the other day I had the pleasure of having a “text” conversation with Daniel, which went as follows:
Me: How are you doing?
Daniel: Good. Two papers due in like a week
Me: Have you started them yet? When are your midterms? (see what a great mom I am checking in and stuff?)
Daniel: They’re both short. I’m still finalizing my ideas for both of them. Neither is more than 5 pages double-spaced. (Which is Daniel talk for no…I haven’t started them yet)
Me: Ok. How’s Math going (he’s taking Calc III which is difficult)
Daniel: math is going much better. First chapter was the hardest
Me: ok, so you’re going to ace the test then?
Daniel: Doubtful. First chapter was confusing. (Wait! What??)
Me: so are you going to get help then?? (Logical right?)
Daniel: it’s not that bad. It’s just I’ll probably miss a few (WTF?)
Me: go get math help. That makes no sense to me why you wouldn’t if it’s confusing (like talking to a brick wall)
And then the conversation ended because Daniel apparently hates using any logic whatsoever. I mean really? Why would you not avail yourself of free help if you knew that you were confused and going to miss something? Am I missing something here?
When I related this to Keely she replied, “Oh, that’s just how boys are” which is ridiculous. I seriously doubt I’ll survive having a boy after two girls. Seriously doubt it.