It’s midnight, I go into the teen’s bedroom. Her laptop is propped up in front of her. All I can see is the glow of her face in the laptop light. She hasn’t left her bedroom all day except to make a bowl of pasta.
“Eventually you are going to lose the use of your legs” I snark.“You’ve let a moth in”
“How dare you do that to Kurt!” the teen yelps.
“I think Kurt would have appreciated it” I retort
“What’s that?” I ask“Not telling you”“Is it marijuana?”She rolls her eyes. “No, like I’d do that here”I wait.“It’s basil”
“Um, have you got any exams coming up?”“Tomorrow” she says casually, not moving a muscle.“Tomorrow!!” I exclaim.“When’s the exam after that?”“I’ve got exams all this week, every day” she replies.“Aren’t you supposed to be revising or something?”She takes a deep philosophical breath…“Well, I feel, at this stage, whatever happens, will happen…”
“Que sera, sera?” I paraphrase, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, that sort of thing. By the way, don’t wake me up in the morning, it’s an afternoon exam”
I close the door. I hope she knows what she’s doing. Watching David Mitchell panel show re-runs will not get her into university and watching Black Adder does not count as history revision.