A couple of things resonated with me, that a few people said, in response to aline's story. When you are at the top of the class, the "grown-ups" (having a preschooler keeps me in terms like these) around you expect you to behave well, good student is suppose to equate to good kid somehow.
I remember a friend told me that when her mother asked where and who she was going, that there was always lots of questions when it was another friend, but if she said "Ren" then there were no more questions. And she once told her mother that it was me who thought up all the crazy, stupid things they did.
Even the cops that raided my annual birthday party, just started coming by and said happy birthday while 300 underage drunk kids were partying. Drinking age was 18 back then...
But the theme is there, good student, good kid. I will not be so stupid with my child. Guidance, schymdance, -- two words: convent, Spain.
Ren
