My son, Sam, got to choose an elective class this year. There were a lot to choose from. He narrowed it down to his top three choices. We are at a new school this year so I have been thinking about my kids adjusting and fitting in but talking to them about it like, of course, it's not even an issue in my Marge Simpson voice, "I don't care, and that's what makes me cool. . right?"
Sam wanted Art or Band or Orchestra--all reasonable choices. Except, of course, I know that art is for loners, band is for geeks, and orchestra is for nerds. The other choices were drama (!), ballroom dance (!!), and yearbook (only for 6th graders, alas) so you really have to pick your poison. I can't help thinking like this. I have my son's best interest at heart and besides, I'm a product of the Real World which taught me to reduce everyone to a recognizable stereotype.
Apparently, the really hot class this year for girls and boys is Ballroom Dance. Sam told me it was like everyone's first choice. I couldn't believe it. Don't worry, I mothered with poise. I told Sam that Ballroom Dance was the lamest thing ever when I was younger. So you can't go by what's cool. You have to choose what you really like and either 1)not care that it's cool/uncool 2)cross your fingers and hope that in 20 years a show like So You Think You Can Dance will change the world. Sam got his second choice, band. I was happy about this because the band guys always turn out pretty good. I'm thinking of Nate Hoffeins, who I don't know but whose mother chatted with me at Duane Call's wedding when my date (Doug Schofield) totally blew me off.
So anyway, I told Sam he could play anything he wanted! "Just make sure it's not too big because you have to carry it back and forth to school."
I can't wait for him to start a ska band; he's really good.