Report cards came out yesterday. The pre-k classes have a new report card format, but the objectives are still mostly the same. They're graded on how often or well they perform tasks or certain social skills. Washes hands, is helpful, counts to 20, etc. The new one, that I saw this morning while I was reading it to my husband, was a little line that read:
I started laughing a big loud laugh. My husband said, "Reverent? He's The Belly!"
Methinks the next semester they should just change his name on file to The Irreverent Belly.
Golden Boy handed me his report card (which isn't even a card anymore, it's a legal sized sheet of paper, in triplicate) and said, "I'm ready to lose my video game privileges," I look at it, and the little nut case has As in Science, Social Studies, Spelling, Language Arts, a B+ in math, and a C in Spanish. Well I told him this is wonderful, he has nothing to be ashamed of, and I know he's been working hard in math with all the new concepts they've introduced. My only concern was Spanish. Porque? THE BOY SPEAKS SPANISH! Well, speaks it at a 4th grade level anyway!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Yesterday when Golden Boy was putting the final touches on his science fair project, he dug in his
trash bag book bag and handed me a stack of papers. It included a notice about a parent meeting (that had already passed) class pictures, and a second notice for tuition due for January. Wait a minute... I know I sent that in already. I ask him to go get his folder to check if it's in there, but he can't find the folder.
So my voice goes up a few octaves when I ask him if he turned in his tuition envelope. It's a certified check, so it's like cash and the bank takes FOREVER to stop payment and issue a new one if it gets lost. He says he "thinks" he turned it in to "either" his homeroom or his computer teacher. WHAT?! So I'm flipping out right now and asking him to just give me a YES or NO about whether he turned it in. Then DH jumps in and starts on him. Now, I've already upset him because he can see how upset I am, thinking about having lost that small fortune we pay every month to send them to private school. At this point, Golden Boy says he doesn't remember, and walks into the other room to have a nervous breakdown in peace.
This morning I call the tuition office and am told they're about to send a third notice for January tuition. I explain the situation to her, she promises to check on it and get back to me.
I get off the phone and start my own nervous breakdown.
Until she calls back a few minutes later to say that Golden Boy just turned in the tuition envelope and she can see it's dated 1/16.
Why, oh why can't they just do auto debits like normal schools??? Am I really expected to trust a small child with this small fortune every month?!
*sigh* that's being a parent for ya.
On a side note, I'm shocked and heartbroken by the death of Heath Ledger. Last night I had a dream about him dying, it was not pleasant. Here's to you, Joker.
Monday, January 21, 2008
So, I'm working from home today, and Belly is watching Sesame Street in the living room. I just heard Ernie trying to convince Burt that he can talk to an elephant on a banana phone if he'll just use his imagination. Okay, this sounds like the Sesame Street I remember.
Then Bert says, "I, I just can't, Ernie. I'm not emotionally secure enough to do that."
About a million years ago (in high school, to be exact) I had a tshirt with Bert & Ernie doing some pretty horrid things on the front. At least one of my friends was irreparably damaged by it. Just thought I'd throw that in.