Monday, February 27, 2012

Late Night

My daughter was lying on her bed with the sheet covering her face. She was overwhelmed by the requirements for a two page paper for her English analysis class. I did what I've done before -- sat down, talked quietly, asked questions. She's writing it now. But before she started she said that this was something I've done many times befoe. What was she going to do when she was in college?

I didn't have an answer for that.

6 comments:

STAG said...

Cope?

Cerulean Bill said...

Her or me?

STAG said...

Too late for you my man.

You gave her the tools to cope. She will use them.

Same as you did at that age.

Cerulean Bill said...

Too late? Not while I'm alive. After, we'll talk.

genderist said...

Email you. :)

Cerulean Bill said...

She already sends me emails from the high school asking me to check her Google Docs account for the material she wants me to proof read.