I just watched this MTV production with Jennifer last night, and I highly recommend it. For the uninitiated, it follows teens and their clicks in given high schools (and besides the name and the dress, not much as changed in 30 years, you still have the jocks, the cheerleaders, the outcasts (geeks) etc.)
Since this high school was in West Virginia, you had "creekers" who lived near a creek. The cool kids wore camouflage. Really. The homecoming queen liked to hunt.
But after a group came in to break down walls with about 50 to 100 key kids in the school, I found it amazing that that one of the kids hadn't gone in and shot up the school. Their stories were really painful. However, after they shared in a mixed group of clicks, the cheerleader saw that the emo outcast wasn't that much different than her.
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
The grinch has arrived home
It was sunny yesterday, but when Jennifer arrived home, the temperature dropped by about 10 degrees, at least.
She'd had a bad day at v-ball camp, where she'd gotten placed (unfairly she thought) with the newbies who thought they were all that. Not quite the group she was in the mood for after entertaining the thought she might get on varsity this next year at last. (on this point, one of the coaches told her she'd really improved over the last year, and the trainer for the camp poo-hooed the idea that to be a successful v-ball player, you need to be tall. Really glad I shut my mouth and never voiced my earlier opinions to my 5-foot, 4-inch daughter at this point).
So, Thursday was a bit of a letdown after that. No praises and stuck with a bunch of snotty incoming freshmen. Then her b-friend called and wanted to talk, long and hard, about his birth mom coming back into his life (he thought she was dead from an OD long ago), and Jennifer's advice wasn't really what he wanted to hear.
Then I knocked over her drink, and told her "no, we can't get your foundation today."
So she harrumphed back to her room.
"What the hell was that?" Gary mumbled.
"A teenager having a bad day. Don't try to engage, I'll just take her to the gym and let her hit a punching bag for a while (which we did, and she did) so we don't have to be the standins"
She'd had a bad day at v-ball camp, where she'd gotten placed (unfairly she thought) with the newbies who thought they were all that. Not quite the group she was in the mood for after entertaining the thought she might get on varsity this next year at last. (on this point, one of the coaches told her she'd really improved over the last year, and the trainer for the camp poo-hooed the idea that to be a successful v-ball player, you need to be tall. Really glad I shut my mouth and never voiced my earlier opinions to my 5-foot, 4-inch daughter at this point).
So, Thursday was a bit of a letdown after that. No praises and stuck with a bunch of snotty incoming freshmen. Then her b-friend called and wanted to talk, long and hard, about his birth mom coming back into his life (he thought she was dead from an OD long ago), and Jennifer's advice wasn't really what he wanted to hear.
Then I knocked over her drink, and told her "no, we can't get your foundation today."
So she harrumphed back to her room.
"What the hell was that?" Gary mumbled.
"A teenager having a bad day. Don't try to engage, I'll just take her to the gym and let her hit a punching bag for a while (which we did, and she did) so we don't have to be the standins"
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