Every time I have an interesting political post, I follow it up with crap. In that hallowed tradition, I present to you two conversations that I have had with 13-year old students.
1.
Privileged Little Shit: If you don’t go to a good college, you can’t get a good job, right?
Me: Well, the important thing is to work hard. Someone with top grades from a so-so school will look better to employers than someone with so-so grades from a top school.
PLS: I guess you’re right. My uncle went to [so-so school], but now he’s a big movie producer – he produced [1980’s horror film]. He has a huge house. He’s really, really rich.
Me: Huh. Anyway, you have a few years before you need to worry about job-hunting.
PLS: I’m not worried about it. I’m makin’ my money.
Me: Aha. Well. So, back to the book –
PLS: I made eleven thousand dollars at my bar mitzvah.
2.
Mom had a fully-catered party the night before. Trays of fancy leftovers cover the kitchen. She can’t fit them all in the fridge, and presses some on me. “I’m just going to throw them out, otherwise,” she says.
Later, I’m chastising her PLS for not having done his homework. “The tutoring isn’t really going to help if you’re not doing your share.”
He glares at me. “You know, we give you food.”
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