Olivia and Evan went with Macey and Cooper.
These four are great friends and just the best kids! Two more weeks as eighth graders and then they are off to highschool. Oh, my heart!
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Friday, May 12, 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
One Weekend and Ten Games
One weekend, ten games, and I lived to tell you about it. We played games in Nashville, Madison, Smyrna, and Hendersonville. In other words, I put about 1,000 miles on my car driving through Nashville and all of its environs. In between games we ate nachos, hot dogs, pizza by the slice, and ice cream. The boys thought it was the perfect spent weekend. I came home ready for my Kindle and bed.
On Monday Keagan had an extra credit assignment due for math class.
Yep, I made no mistake in mentioning math class. We made a diorama of the rain forest for math class. When we finished, I proclaimed this was the reason the US is currently ranked 49th in the world in math, and Evan corrected me and said we are now ranked 50th.
Case in point.
How many weeks until summer vacation?
On Monday Keagan had an extra credit assignment due for math class.
Yep, I made no mistake in mentioning math class. We made a diorama of the rain forest for math class. When we finished, I proclaimed this was the reason the US is currently ranked 49th in the world in math, and Evan corrected me and said we are now ranked 50th.
Case in point.
How many weeks until summer vacation?
Monday, August 8, 2016
Back to School
It's the first day of the 2016-2017 school year, and for the first time in my career, I report to school later than the boys. I had the day off and could have walked the kids to their homerooms and met their teachers. But the guys are in middle school, and I was not allowed anywhere beyond the parking lot's drop off zone. It's an exciting day for them, but all I can think about is spring soccer and watching them play middle school games together! It will be epic!
Keagan loves his team of teachers and says "freedom" is the best part of middle school.
Evan's first day report included an invitation to join the school's drama program. He told the club sponsor, "I'm good." In other words, "when hell freezes over."
Tomorrow we have the day off - all four of us. It will probably be the last day all four of us are at home together for a full day until Thanksgiving.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Eating Plums 101
I surprised the boys at school this week with a visit during
lunch. This was due, in part, to my own extreme boredom because lunch in a
school cafeteria with hundreds of kids is about the worse thing any adult
should endure. This visit, though, was nowhere near what I had envisioned. In
fact, it was rather pleasant.
Music played in the background. Kids sat quietly. Kids walked in an orderly fashion.
For some reason, I had middle school lunch in my mind, and the fact that no food was thrown, was reason enough for me to be happy.
I forget, at times, that my kids attend a Title 1 school. This came to light, though, as I watched the boy across the table from me try to eat a plum. He rolled it around in his hands several times trying to figure out his plan of attack. He touched the skin with his finger, tried to peel the skin, and then tried to break it in half. It was obvious this was something he had never done before. I watched as he attempted time and time again to use his spork to pull the meat of the plum off the center stone. He was not successful. When no one else was looking, I whispered, "Hey, just bite into it, honey." He gently replaced the spork, now broken in half, to his tray and took one big bite. With juice running down his chin and a mouth full of fruit, he smiled with success.
It struck me then that this little boy has so much to learn about life. This seven year old boy who must be taught something as inconsequential as to how to eat a plum is also expected to leave second grade knowing how to read as well as my son, a boy that asked me just this week if I would pick up kumquats on my next shopping trip. A boy that has a full library at his disposal in his bedroom.
This is a task that many would find insurmountable, but a task that the teachers and leadership team at our Title I school have been able to achieve several years running. Hence, our reason for enrolling the boys in public school.
Perhaps I would be somewhat dishonest if I didn't disclose that the boys also have complete meltdowns when I pull out dry erase boards, site word flashcards, and workbooks. How can it bring them such distress when it brings me such happiness? This is something that I will never completely understand but another reason the boys are in public school.
Next Friday's school cafeteria lesson: Appropriate methods for consuming salad dressing.
Music played in the background. Kids sat quietly. Kids walked in an orderly fashion.
For some reason, I had middle school lunch in my mind, and the fact that no food was thrown, was reason enough for me to be happy.
I forget, at times, that my kids attend a Title 1 school. This came to light, though, as I watched the boy across the table from me try to eat a plum. He rolled it around in his hands several times trying to figure out his plan of attack. He touched the skin with his finger, tried to peel the skin, and then tried to break it in half. It was obvious this was something he had never done before. I watched as he attempted time and time again to use his spork to pull the meat of the plum off the center stone. He was not successful. When no one else was looking, I whispered, "Hey, just bite into it, honey." He gently replaced the spork, now broken in half, to his tray and took one big bite. With juice running down his chin and a mouth full of fruit, he smiled with success.
It struck me then that this little boy has so much to learn about life. This seven year old boy who must be taught something as inconsequential as to how to eat a plum is also expected to leave second grade knowing how to read as well as my son, a boy that asked me just this week if I would pick up kumquats on my next shopping trip. A boy that has a full library at his disposal in his bedroom.
This is a task that many would find insurmountable, but a task that the teachers and leadership team at our Title I school have been able to achieve several years running. Hence, our reason for enrolling the boys in public school.
Perhaps I would be somewhat dishonest if I didn't disclose that the boys also have complete meltdowns when I pull out dry erase boards, site word flashcards, and workbooks. How can it bring them such distress when it brings me such happiness? This is something that I will never completely understand but another reason the boys are in public school.
Next Friday's school cafeteria lesson: Appropriate methods for consuming salad dressing.
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