After two weeks of decision making, H said he was positive he wanted to abandon his A-levels and leave school.
For days we trawled through all the opportunities available for a bright 18 year old: jobs that would allow him to cuddle dogs all day; cannon fodder for the Army; being part of a dynamic, motivated team for 30p an hour in Tesco; jobs that would utilise his unwavering zombie shooting accuracy (back to the Army idea then) ….
And I asked him several times a day, ‘Are you sure, absolutely certain, this is what you want?’ ‘Absolutely,’ he said vehemently, ‘I’m sure.’
He was so absolutely certain about jacking in school that when we gave his room a clear out, he threw all his school work into the recycling sack.
‘Oh God,’ I said, ‘are you really sure? Throwing away your school work is a huge step.’
‘Yes Mum, I’m sure. Really, really sure. Throw it all away, I don’t need it.’
I put the recycling sack outside last night for collection.
This morning, he strolled in to my room after what was obviously a sleepless night and, raising his voice over the roar and crunching of the recycling lorry outside, said: ‘Mum, if I want to change my mind, where’s all my school work?’