Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Tooting Another's Horn

A bit of horn-tooting is in order for my 11th-grade son, Genius.

Today his principal notified him that he has been named a National Merit Scholarship Qualifier. This honor is based on the PSAT scores from students who took the test in October 2011. The way it was explained to me, Genius ranks in the top 50,000 of the 1.5 million high school juniors who took the PSAT. That is like the top 3.3% of students nationwide. The 96th percentile.

In September 2012, semifinalists will be named. Genius may qualify at that point, or may be out of the running for a National Merit Scholarship. It depends on how Missouri scores stack up. In the very least, he will get a Letter of Commendation. Which certainly can't look bad on a college application.

Though it might not look so good hanging on the wall of his room in our basement when he is 30 years old and unemployed. Just kidding, Genius!

Here's a link about the National Merit Scholarship Program. Though it is from Wikipedia...

Genius is pleased to have made this first cut. We are all quite proud of him. It is not a common occurrence in our school district. I'm not so sure it has ever happened before.


Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Congratulations to Genius (how fitting!) for earning this honor. Your pride is certainly justified.

Stephen Hayes said...

Go, Genius, go. You're making your family and community proud.

Linda O'Connell said...

Go Genius! No, don't really go, your mama wants you in the basement beside her comfy recliner a bit longer. Serioulsy, this is a great honor. Congratualtions.

Donna Volkenannt said...

What a wonderful accomplishment for your son. Now I understand why you named him Genius. Congratulations!

Leenie said...

Well worth the horn tooting. Congrats to the Genius and to his parents for a job well done.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

This an honor and you must be so proud! Good for you, Genius!

Val said...

I'm his biggest fan!

He has set high goals for himself. He dreams of attending MIT.

I DO want him in the basement! He will have to slice through my apron strings with a powerful gadget of his own creation.

I knew of his intellectual talents when he was in the womb. So I didn't do anything embarrassing and give him a good ol' Backroads name like "Nub."

He has always been a self-starter.

I am puffed with pride. He's a good egg, in spite of tormenting me so with his lip.

Sioux said...

Val--I think I fell asleep with your post on my laptop. That's not a comment on how boring your post was, because it was not. It was more a comment on how tired I was that night.

Congratulations on giving your son an apt name. Imagine what your life would be like if you had put "Lunkhead" down on his birth certificate. or "Nosepicker"? Or even "Bungling Meth-Maker"?

Seriously, you must be proud. If you are anything like me, you've already traced back THAT part of his DNA strand to your side of the family rather than Hick's...

Val said...

I like to think of myself as the Lunesta of bloggers. But without the pretty green wings.

I made sure to try out the name first. Genius Genius, bo beanius, banana fanna fo feanius, me my mo meanius, GENIUS! Bungling Meth-Maker failed the banana fanna test.

Yes, the DNA is mine. The gene that made him burn his arm reaching into the oven for Super Bowl potato skins is Hick's, however.