The backstory: JT has embraced the Spring of his Senior year with a vengeance and is increasingly annoyed when there is schoolwork to be done, as if this is a gravely unreasonable expectation. He announced an assignment in his European History course and then asked for my help with the project for the time period he and his partner had selected. Naturally, all of this exchange occurred by text message.
JT: Time period for Euro project is 1850-1894. Age of Nationalism and Realism and Age of Progress. I’ll e-mail you the instructions.
Me: Great time period. I look forward to the details.
A few hours passed during which I received and read the assignment, dealt with my son's suggestion that I wouldn't be able to help (note: I majored in History in college and have taught it for more than 20 years) and then I had an idea.
Me: I think you should do a project on the unification of Italy and Germany.
JT: Took the words right out of my mouth.
Careful readers know this is exactly the kind of sass I deserve.
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