The Badometer: Part II

Sometimes I’m bad, like I mentioned last week. I do bad things like eat hot dogs. Sometimes I get bad readings on the badometer not because of what I do, but because of what I laugh at. I probably should know better but I just think some stuff is funny. I’m bad; what can I say?

My nephew, Steven, is currently a senior at Skyline High School. He plays goalkeeper for the soccer team. He has good grades and in the spring of 2009 he was invited to join the Honor Society. To gain admission into the Honor Society one of the things he was supposed to do was perform a certain number of hours of community service. He is a great kid but he just didn’t have the time to do the community service. I think that he really didn’t care at all about being in Honor Society, but let’s just say he didn’t have time for the community service. Yes, let’s just say that.

After he was sent the invitation letting him know that his grades qualified him for admission he was given an application packet and checklist of other items to complete like the community service. The deadline for submitting the application packet came and went. I don’t think Steven noticed or cared. Actually, I don’t think he cared one bit that the deadline passed.

Undeterred by Steven’s lack of interest in the Honor Society, the Faculty Selection Board sent him a form letter letting him know he had not been granted admission to the Honor Society because he had not applied. That alone makes me laugh. Oops, there goes the badometer. They encouraged him to reapply in the spring of 2010. I’m not sure how a person reapplies for something that he hasn’t already applied for. (Laughing again--the needle just moved a little more.)

Steven decided to respond to the faculty. He got out a Sharpie, and using his best penmanship, he wrote them a short note at the bottom of the letter the faculty had sent him. That would be the letter that let him know he could reapply for something he had never applied for. When his mom showed us the letter I asked for a copy because I thought it was so funny. Like I said, sometimes I am bad because of what I am doing. Sometimes I’m bad because of what I laugh at.


(Click on the letter to see a little larger version of it.)


It is the weekend. Please be good. Drive your car carefully. Ride with people who drive carefully. Treat yourself with respect. Spend time with people who treat you with respect. Treat other people with respect. Talk nice to yourself; you deserve it. I look forward to hearing from you or seeing you. Keep yourself whole physically and emotionally. Enjoy your weekend. (Try to laugh a little sometimes too.)

P