So, apparently, I’m gonna spend the next two weeks, until the term ends, playing Candy Crush.
The 14-year-old is doing distance school, and if I sit next to them and prod them, they get work done. If I get distracted—by doing anything more absorbing than Candy Crush—they don’t.
When I wrote the above a week ago, my hope was that the kid would manage to get decent grades in two of their classes, pass a third, and drop whichever turned out to be hardest.
It now looks like the kid might get straight As.
This kid is amazing.
And I am totally exhausted.
Also somewhere along the way—mixed in with the pleas; bribes in the form of horror movies, boba drinks, & cookies; and impassioned lectures about the importance of education—I seem to have promised the kid to co-write a horror novel this summer, tentatively titled Skeleton Cat.