She's a Baptist

Today my teenager was "bouncy" when I picked her up. Yes, "bouncy" like Tigger. She said it was a good day and was chatty most of the way home.

Turns out, she doesn't really like the people she eats lunch with. Or, I think more to the point, they don't like her. She sits there because that's where her boyfriend eats. But today, that table was full, so she got to have lunch with an old classmate from her private school. They chatted about old times and how people change. And, as usual, I'm sure she didn't eat more than a cookie or bag of chips.

She said, "I think Spanish is actually turning out to be one of my favorite classes." Well, after I quit gasping for air from the shock of that statement, I asked her "why?" Her answer was vague, but I think it has to do with an eclectic mix of students. My teen is the youngest, at 14. Most of the kids in that class are upper class-men, mostly Juniors and Seniors. It's a Spanish II class. My teen is in it because as it turns out, she's pretty bright. She actually skipped the 4th grade. That puts her ahead of the class. I'm glad she's enjoying it. I see it as maturing on her part.

The rest of the ride home was about something funny someone did or said. Names all run together after a while when there are no faces to put with them. She doesn't understand what they are currently doing in Biology, but that's OK, "because we're about to study evolution, which should be interesting because I've only had it from the Christian school point of view." According to the teacher, they won't stay on the topic long, because, as my teen informs me, "She's a Baptist."