Joyous news!

I have accepted William’s offer on his behalf, he will begin studying Computer Science at the Australian National University this year. While it’s my opinion that the overall teaching standard is far higher at the University of Canberra, I have been informed that the Computer Science degree at the Australian National University is better than the same degree at the University of Canberra. This is unusual, as we all know that the University of Canberra offers far better facilities for students, teachers and researchers. It was no mistake that I ended up at this fine institution. A Samisota always does his research (why, I am the perfect example of a researching Samisota, hah) and when the University of Canberra first extended its offer of a Professorship to me, I investigated the institution and found that, not only is it one of the best in Australia, it is one of the best in the world.

While William has apologised for his outburst on Wednesday, his mother and I have discussed his actions and decided that he shall be grounded until the first week of University, and for the next few days he will be confined to his room. Initially he was to be permitted to use the telephone, but he called his friend Jake for “moral support” and they talked for several hours before I pulled out the phone cord. Since then he has been denied use of the telephone, as I certainly don’t want him covertly generating an enormous bill just to get back at me. His attitude is really beginning to frustrate me, and I often wonder just where he went wrong. It’s certainly no fault of mine (it could possibly be Anita’s fault, though I doubt it). I have treated him (until recently) the same way that I treated the young Jonathan; with respect and dignity.

They do say that every child goes through a rebellious phase. Jonathan never did, so perhaps it is safe to assume that William is just intentionally acting up to get my goat, cancelling out his brother’s exceptional behaviour. Why, that is a frightening thought. William was such a good child until recent years, this does not bode well for me. I shudder to think what Amanda’s rebellious phase will be like, as she is already the most frustrating, immature 14 year old I’ve ever had to deal with. Ah well, I assume that in future years I shall be able to look back on these days, laugh and produce an eloquent observation to the effect of “All’s well that end’s well.”

Oh. I almost forgot. I have decided to update this weblog with at least one substantial entry each week, regardless of how many of these insignificant postings I put up. Cheerio.