My nephew lives with us while he plays juco baseball. Naturally he has high hopes of playing at the next level, and just as naturally, I remind him unceasingly that while baseball isn’t a sure thing, academics are–and that there is no reasonable excuse for him not to hang a 3.5 on the scholastic side of things. He is also here, in part, so that his aunt and uncle can help him acclimate to adult life: teach him to refrain from doing really unwise things, and what will be expected of him in life. (I think my brother-in-law should have interviewed me far more carefully for my track record in such matters, personally, but I appreciate his confidence nonetheless.)
His girlfriend, a pleasant and athletic young first basewoman on the softball team, took a ball to the face today. Broke her nose, just about swelled her eye shut, broke a bone in her eye orbital, and filled up her nasal cavity with blood. Ended her season, sadly, just before the playoffs. Our nephew advised us that he wouldn’t be home tonight–he is utterly disinterested in leaving her side, and intends to look after her.
I see he’s learning.