Proud Parental Moments

Last week was finals week for the Smart Boy. He's in three AP classes this year, and was stressing out about them.

Turns out, however, that the class that gave him the most grief was his Debate final. He ended up in Debate by accident, and has some (justifiable) complaints about this class. The final was an oration about a topic of the student's choice.

The Smart Boy had decided to orate on the tendency of adults to disrespect minors and their ideas, even if they're only days away from their franchise. He feels fairly strongly about this, and I thought it was an okay topic.

He wrote the oration, and was practicing it, when he suddenly realized that what he wrote made no sense at all. It was, in his words, utter, stinking crap...iincoherent drivel. He indicated he had made such a mess of it, that even the topic was beyond saving, since it had been contaminated with teh stoopid.

Hehe.

So he started over and rewrote his oration on the topic of why he's a Jeffersonian and a strong defender of states' rights, and why the Federalists were full of poo.

That's my boy. My Smart Boy.