Computer Science vs Journalism

Younger Son moved home when COVID-19 forced his university to shift to online learning. He is finishing up his last semester of undergraduate courses, and this week is finals week.

As a Computer Science major, many of his final exams are actually final projects that he's been working on for months. He's living the the Mother-in-law's former apartment downstairs, and he does almost nothing else besides work on coding. He enjoys the work immensely so it's not a chore for him; it's more like a hobby, and he's looking forward to making money (LOTS of money) doing it very soon.

When he needs a break, he comes upstairs to give us progress reports. We understand very little of what he tells us, but we are supportive and very proud of him, so we smile and nod politely. 

Yesterday, Younger Son was lounging on our couch as The Husband decompressed from an early day of writing and recording Saturday morning's radio news reports.

Husband: I've been writing all day.

Younger: Yeah? I've been writing all day, too.

Husband: Yeah, but people have to be able to understand what I write.

Younger: People have to understand what I write, too.

Me: People who don't live in their parents' basement have be able to understand what your father writes.

Younger:

Me: (mic drop)