Mixed Messages
“Daaad! What does that mean? I’ve got to get this paper in tomorrow and you tell me that?!”
Gavin was so fed up with his assignment. And then for his dad to get all weird on him didn’t help. He really wasn’t worried about getting it done on time. He could come up with some excuse. The dog ate it. His mom spilled coffee on it. His computer crashed before he had time to save it. He was worried about Amy being at The Pitbull House in two hours. He was really curious about……..and the light went on. The next step. Wow! His dad was cooler than he let on.
“Ok! I get it. I need to write up a summary at the end of my paper; save it and print it out. Think I can get that done in an hour and a half?”
“Yes son, I do think you can. Just keep focussed. I’m done with the printer in about 30 minutes. By that time, your ‘curiosity' should have moved you forward.”
Gavin’s dad smiled. Gavin was a good kid. He had heard Gavin’s phone call to make the date with Amy. Dad was reliving his own time in the Land of Adolescence and enjoying the memories.
“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.”
~ Plutarch
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