Tuesday, November 22, 2011
When Good Teens are Bad
One more story of chaperoning. On Saturday night there was an optional social event. Of our 28, only 2 wanted to go. The rest wanted to:
1 - one group of boys wanted to hang out in the lobby to see if the girls from the other schools would notice them
2 - one group of girls wanted go to the candy store in Colonial Williamsburg, purchase chocolate coins and creme soda and play poker for candy money
3 - one group of boys had planned for the 10th anniversary of the release of the game cube and were prepared with the right equipment to play all night
And they thought they were being so B-A-A-A-A-D. No drinking, smoking, sneaking out or doing drugs. Okay, there was probably a little cussing with the gamecube.
And finally, when it was time to corral them, I went down to the lobby to call the last ones home. It was two boys, on their way back upstairs. As they were walking towards me one was eating cookies from a bag of Chips Ahoy. I teased him, "eating again?"
He said, "I can't help it. These girls gave me these cookies."
I asked, "Do your parents know the effect you have on women?"
He said, "I don't ask them to do it."
All weekend long girls had been sighing when he spoke and giving him their cell phone numbers.
He's 15 years old and one of his parents is from a South American country. He's charming, has a sweet accent and cute as a bug.
I might need to talk to his mom about his future...