A difficult start
This morning was the first meeting of the Beta club for my oldest son. The Beta club, in case you missed the earlier tale, is an invitation-only service organization for kids with good grades. It meets in the mornings before school.
I drove my son and his friend in. On the way in, they talked about all sorts of school things, and I found myself indulging in a little bit of a proud papa moment.
We pulled up to the school. My son climbed out of the Mini, and then looked at his friend. “Do you know where the club meets?”
I tried to cover my smile as I watched them stand beside the car and scan the surrounding buildings. The school they go to is large, and laid out in a network of two-story buildings separated by fields and walkways.
“Dad,” my son said. “Do you know?”
“Sorry. I’ve got no idea. Maybe check at the front office?”