Peggy doesn't care for school much. Well, that is not exactly true. She likes school, she just doesn't like going to classes or doing any work. In spite of getting a 40 in my class, Peggy and I have a great relationship and always spend a few minutes chatting when we pass in the hall.
Today I asked Peggy how she is doing in math this term. Last time we had that conversation she was doing quite well. I knew there was trouble when she hesitated before answering and then told me the class started too early for her (She doesn't do 9:15.) I made the mistake of asking her about college and she told me she doesn't have any future plans. I then asked her what she didn't want to do and she couldn't answer either. I asked her about a future of cleaning bed pans and vomit? She made a face and said "no way." I then asked her how she felt about cleaning tables and bathrooms in McDonald's or picking up dog poop and she gave me the same answer.
Peggy is no closer to making a decision about her life. She is only 15 and while I don't expect her to change her ways, but I got her thinking. Knowing what she doesn't want might end up being just as useful as knowing what she wants.