Well today I went to De Anza High School to get an introduction into the basics of the Ivy League Connection. Don Gosney rounded us up in a computer lab to practice a little of the responsibilities I had to carry out as a participant. It was nice to be there knowing what a wonderful opportunity I was going to take part in. I listened to all the rules that Don laid out for us, and the two that were imprinted in my skull were: "No cell phone, no tardiness". My greatest fear as a teenager. I do everything with my cellphone, answering e-mails texting friends for homework, and communicating with my parents for any last minute details.
One of my last minute details involved committing a misdemeanor crime. It was 8:20 AM and the meeting started at 8:30. Now lucky for me I live two blocks from De Anza and I could virtually walk there. The problem was that my mom was asleep, and there was no way I was going to wake her up and face the demon head on. So, I decided that I would wake her up slightly, and tell her while she's half-asleep that I was going to steal her car. Now bear with me, I have no license, no permit, and I've never driven by myself except for a parking lot. I could've walked there, but there was no way I was going to risk being late because from future lessons, I've learned early is always better. I'm usually on time when I do things with deadlines so I decided that that wasn't going to roll today. So I took the car, let go of the emergency brake, put it in reverse, and left. While I left all that was going though my head was, "Oh my what have I done, don't get caught don't get caught, hmm I wonder if she is still going to have lunch for me when I come back. I arrived not as a boy but a young man.
You arrived not as a young boy but as a car thief. I’m proud of you, Justin. You had your head screwed on straight and set your priorities right.
ReplyDeleteAs you mentioned in your practice blog, you took the risk of facing Evil Don (with capital letters) or evil mom (lower case). I haven;t even met your mother but I can assure you that no matter how bad she might be, Evil Don is far worse.
Oh, and by the way, it’s not a misdemeanor--it’s a felony. It’s called Grand Theft Auto. If caught and convicted, you get to spend your summer in a different university where instead of meeting new friends from around the world, you get to meet some new friends named Bubba and when you leave, instead of a nice hoodie, you get to show off your new ink.
ReplyDeleteStill, you made the right choice.