On August 12, 2017 I drove down to Paso Robles and got my oldest son situated in a beautiful Mediterranean-style villa.
He was signed up to take three classes – two Criminal Justice classes and one Biology class.
Not too hard, if I do say so myself.
On October 5, 2017 this same son showed up on my doorstep.
He had quit college and wanted to move back home.
In case you didn’t calculate yourself that is 53 days.
My son lasted 53 days at college in luxury accommodations.
Now, you might think I’m disappointed in him.
But you’d be wrong.
My oldest is very young for his age and I’ve always thought that he needed more time to mature before tackling the challenges of being an adult.
I welcomed him home and fed him without reprimanding him or grilling him.
I did however advise him of my expectation that he will find full time employment.
This I do feel strongly about.
As soon as I finished school, I was given three months to find a job in my degree field.
Same thing goes for him.
He has a high school diploma, it’s time for him to find out what jobs are open to people with high school diplomas.
I’m at a little bit of a loss for what he should do.
On the one hand, I want it to encourage him to go back to school and get a degree.
On the other hand, I want it to have potential to become a career for him should he not go back to school.