And I don’t feel bad about it.
With all the talk about scouting I thought I’d throw in my two merit badges. I’m not a big fan of the scouting program. I loved camping with all my buddies. But we didn’t need scouts to do that, just some leaders that were willing to take us. And do you know how much more fun those trips could have been without the charade of doing some silly activity so I could get a little patch? Answer: a lot.
Once we stopped doing it as a church activity, I was done (I got my Star). Better to be mountain biking, playing basketball, and hanging with chicks than learning the bowline. But hey, at least I went farther than my dad, he only got his 2nd Class. What a bum.
From my (largely anecdotal) experience boys get their Eagle when they’re one of three ages: 14, 16, or days before they turned 18. 14 because their moms/dads pushed them so much to get it as soon as they can (and 14 seems to be the earliest age you can get it). 16 because their parents said they couldn’t date or drive until they got their Eagle. 18 because they felt the obligation to get it but were just plain lazy.
Then there are us snarky bums who didn’t do the work and feel a sense of satisfaction from making fun of those who did. I suspect it has something to do with us being “in the attitude of mocking and pointing [our] fingers towards those who had come at and were partaking of the fruit [of the Eagle].” Our ultimate goal, of course, is that you will feel “ashamed… and fall away into forbidden paths.”
What’s most surprising is that I landed a job without even having “Eagle Scout” on my resume.