Well . . . it turned out that your mullet could be bought - who knew? Actually, it was just the right timing, I think. You just needing/wanting money bad enough to cut that mullet. You brought up the idea - and your dad jumped on it and offered a bunch of moolah. I still wasn't sure you would actually do it, but you did. It's nice to see you again. :) Emmy was probably the saddest to see it go. Not because she liked it, but because she had arranged for you to get a perm (something you've been talking about for ages) for her Christmas present to you. It's okay, she came up with a plan B.
Well, once again, it's been a tough year with you kid. It's hard to see someone with such smarts and such good potential just not doing anything with such gifts. You have your moments of brilliance (remember that A on a college algebra test?) and goodness . . . I just wish we had more of those moments and less of the other moments.
So rather than harp on the challenges we've faced/encountered this year, let me try to pick out some of the good things . . .
- The A on your algebra test, let's bring that up again.
- The first day of school for Emmy - she was teased on Snapchat and you totally stood up for her and you made her feel so, so, so good and loved and protected.
- You let Emmy hang out with you and your friends sometimes.
- You getting your old lifeguard job back. That was pretty cool.
- The fact that you are pretty solid in being home on-time - if you're running late, you are really good about calling us and letting us know. (Unlike your older brother . . . )
- The day at school where Mr. Dyke fell in love with you . . . Background: Mr. Dyke (die-key) is like the assistant principal. He didn't like you for the first quarter, but I can't really remember why? Maybe because freshmen would hop in your truck at lunch and you would take them . . . which he didn't like because freshmen are not allowed to leave campus. Then he didn't like Emmy because she left campus for lunch and he caught her . . . and then she lied about it. So I don't think he was really impressed with the Maxwell kids. Until that day. That day when you walked into the auto-shop class and a kid was passing around a spiked can of tea (huh, I didn't know that was a thing). You thumped the kid hard on his head and then walked out. And it was all caught on tape (which lead to about a dozen kids getting suspended for drinking . . .). Per Mr. Dyke, "I could watch that video of you doing that all day, Jonas." Nice job.
Well that's it for now. Just know that your parents and your family love you a lot. We want you to be happy and successful in life. And have a Happy Birthday today - you're getting crazy old.
Love you,
mom
