Tuesday, July 5, 2011

PRepping for tests

You remember the drill, it is time to study. Usually 2-3 days prior the teacher gives you a review guide to fill out.
The boy in his ULTIMATE wisdom waited until the night before it was due to start working on it. He then asked for help after noticing that his writing wouldn't fit on the page.....at lest he noticed this time...but he had 2 questions done. It took 3 hours, with tutoring to help him find the answers. He found them, except for a couple and We are tired.

as parents, in our ULTIMATE wisdom we are photocopying the pages....Yes we are....although a gross waste of ink and paper it is better than having WORSE issues when the teacher doesn't hand the papers back to study from. What planet did I grow up on? I don't remember gettting help with this kind of stuff. But then I KNOW we didnt have a copier at home or a computer ('cept for my big brother's brains, but let's not go there) and I did without, but regularly turned to the Eyclopedia Britanica and prayed that it might be in there.....

The boy is getting better at this executive functioning stuff....he is remembering to do this stuff the night before it is due rather than wait until an hour before and then scramble.

We got a letter today. Prepping us for a big change. The funny thing is, the person that wrote it obviously is so wrapped up in the new job: we have been informed NOT TO EVER BOTHER this person after the end of the school year. Can't say I am very surprised about the change.....not sure about the boy ....It is one thing to blog about your life and perspective, it is another to send a letter....to people who pay taxes that are off the charts and sound, well, really unhappy.
Normally, the cuter one and I beleive that people who are cranky are really unhappy about their lives. Maybe they arent, I know we are not always OVERJOYED when dealing with certain things but things are what they are. make the best of it, as my Dad used to say, "Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you will cry alone."




Maybe we all need a little Popeye to wake the tired blood in us: or at least a little spinach.