With the recent posts about Erik, Kevin, and Princess P, you may be wondering what happened to Kyle, my oldest. After graduating high school, Kyle spent a year at the University of Dallas. He enjoyed the city, the people, and his friends, but the academics were brutal.
Kyle was always a smart, good student, and spent high school in honors classes. He took Latin in freshman year for crying out loud. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to carry over in Dallas. We knew it was a very good school, but Kyle had trouble most of the year. After a certain religion class, he texted me, “I’ve had religion classes for ten years, and I never heard about anything this guy is teaching.”
Covid struck in March 2020, and the school closed for the rest of the year. I drove to Dallas to pick him up, and we drove home. During the trip, he finally said, “I don’t want to go back.” I told him to finish out the year and then we would accept his decision. When the year ended, he was adamant about not going back…
For a year I blamed myself for this, because I rally pushed Dallas on Kyle. I thought it was the best choice for him, and I was obviously very, very wrong. Kyle still has a lot of friends there and they talk often. I’m glad he got the college experience, even for one year, and to be honest, his leaving saved us $50,000 a year.
Last summer Kyle decided he wanted to attend a trade school, specifically to become an electrician. One of the better schools is only a few blocks away, and Kyle seemed to think it was the place for him. Covid had a say in this, so many of the classes were not completely full. Kyle figured he could spend the summer doing nothing, and start school in the fall.
Then the school said maybe January. Then maybe March. Then maybe May. The call last week said he would definitely be in school in August, and at that point, he figured, “When I get there, I get there.”
On Monday, he received a call from the school. After apologizing profusely for all the drama, Kyle was told he could start Tuesday (yesterday). He was a little bent because he was supposed to head to Dallas next week to see his friends, but he knew school was more important.
Kyle was home before I left for work, and he seemed to really like it. One teacher, in particular, was getting to know the students, and he said, “So you know, this school hates the Dallas Cowboys, Pittsburgh Steelers, and LeBron James. Don’t wear anything with those people in my class, or you’ll lose points!”
When I look back on all this, I think Kyle made the right move. Growing up, my kids were huge fans of Discovery’s Dirty Jobs, and Kyle likes working with his hands. The school year lasts for about six months, and they have a great reputation for getting students into jobs quickly. In fact, they told Mrs. Earp businesses come in and ask for the five best students before whisking them into their companies.
I’m very proud of him, and I cannot wait to start charging him rent.