Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

My seventeen year old son Nic started college this week. Nic is a high school senior this year, but he is taking all of his classes at the local state college, and he is earning both high school and college credit; it’s a really cool program. And he still gets to participate in all of his high school senior extracurricular activities, and then graduate with his class in 2014. Plus, he’ll be well on his way to an Associate’s degree. Win.

When we were first presented with this “dual enrollment’ option for Nic, I was hesitant; I didn’t want him to miss out on any of the social aspects of his senior year. I didn’t want Nic to be isolated from his friends. Also, I was concerned about Nic holding his own with cocky, older college kids, because Nic is actually on the campus. Integrated. With real-live, cocky, college kids.

But after further consideration, and much conversation with Hubs and Nic, I realized Nic wouldn’t miss out on any of the social aspects of high school; most of Nic’s friends qualified for classes at the college too, and I couldn’t hold Nic back based on my irrational fears… Believe me I tried. HA! If I could he’d still be riding a bicycle with training wheels, and not driving a car. Heck, he’d still be sleeping in a crib, and I’d be cutting up his meat for him.

So Monday was Nic’s first college class. And he came home, sat down, and excitedly told me and his Dad all about it. Cool. He wasn’t cocky at all. And by Wednesday he was still acting like a goofy teenager, when he forgot to call work and check the schedule, and he just showed up; and then learned that he didn’t have to work that day. Yay.

But this morning… he clucked.

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