When I picked up my daughter and her friends from the local First Lights festival last weekend, they got in the car and I became privy to MAJOR SCANDALE. A classmate of theirs at the high school had been drunk. The kid could barely walk and was ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwvomiting publicly. The tone of their conversation was was appalled and disapproving.
I listened like a good invisible chauffeur should, thanking my lucky stars that my daughter seems to have her head screwed on so securely. But I couldn't help thinking back to myself at her age; how I was making different and considerably less wise choices.
*Enters the Wayback Machine*
It was a different time. I was in high school in the late 70's, before Nancy Reagan's "Just Say No!" campaign (check out this PSA from the 80's)
and before the advent of Drug Education programs like Project DARE.
I mean seriously. We were watching movies like this:
Can you imagine a trailer like that being shown at your local multiplex these days? I can't see it happening. Times have changed.
My daughter is in her first high school play next weekend. And that's another thing that's weirding me out. I was a drama geek in high school and I smoked my first joint ever at a cast party. The kid who handed it to me wasn't a total stoner loser who ended up doing heroin and spending time in the slammer. He went to Harvard and has had extremely successful career in the financial world.
My kids know I was no angel in high school. Maybe being honest with them has helped them to make better choices. It's certainly given them ammo in arguments: "Well, at least I'm not as bad as you were, Mom!"
So how how about you? Were you a good girl/boy? And if you're old enough to have kids, are you honest with them about it?