A Summer without World of Warcraft

Now we have to figure out how Josh is going to make up the three courses he has failed. I contact the school and learn that he can take English this summer but that's it. He'll have to make up the other classes during the year or next summer. I sign him up. The class is two hours every morning. He comes home the first day and says, "Mom, why did you sign me up for that class? It's a bunch of idiots." I say, "What did you expect? The brain trust of your school doesn't have to take summer school English. They passed it the first time." "Oh,"he says as the light bulb goes on.

Josh does diligently attend his summer school class, which is a joke as far as I can tell. It takes them two weeks to read "Farenheit 451", a book of about 150 pages. They have discussion and do little exercises in class and have no homework.

Josh continues to lobby relentlessly to get access to the game. We tell him he needs to demonstrate that he is not dependent on it. We give him a list of chores, activities and therapy he needs to do to earn back some game time. He tells us we should give him access now and he will do those things. We tell him he has to show us first. That sends him over the edge. He rants and raves but we stand firm. We take him to a new therapist because he thinks he can relate better to a guy than a woman. Fine with us, as long as he goes.

Of course, now he takes the bus down to the mall where there is a gaming place called "The Dungeon"...or he goes over to friends' houses to play. His friend Jon goes away to camp and lends him his laptop, which he hides in his room under the bed. We discover it a few days later. I try to talk to him about why the game has such a powerful hold over him and he says, "I only feel happy when I am playing the WoW." Oh, God.