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Mar. 14th, 2007 03:38 pmSomeone tell me some good news, 'kay? I need it.
1. I'm steeling myself for the rejection I know is coming. (Well, probably one of several, but this is one I'm sure of. )
2. My first grader's teacher is in a tizzy over a crumpled homework paper from last week. It was a very long page of math (he does great on tests, but he doesn't *like* math because he has to think about it, unlike words). He saw it and his mind blanked out, and after an hour of sitting there, doing NOTHING, and me reminding him that as soon as he does it he's free, he wadded it up an tossed it aside. Mom (thinking of that Bernstain Bear book, you know, the one where Brother makes a paper airplane out of his failed test and flies it into the swamp?) made him smooth it out and do it anyway. The message I wanted to give him was that even when we don't like things, we can't just wad them up and throw them away and pretend they don't exist. You know, be responsible. I wasn't expecting the teacher to grade it. I know, I should have sent in an explanation, but I'm not all that confident in my written German, and with the arrival of guests from out of the country, DH hasn't had much chance to go over it. And now we're getting frenzied notes from the teacher. I'm having a hard time formulating a letter that explains the situation without sounding huffy, unsupportive of my child, un-understanding of the teacher, and yet intelligent and responsible.
3. My five-year-old is still having loud tantrums. Yes, those annoying Americans on the second floor again, I'm sure the neighbors are all thinking.
I just want a perfect world! Where my kids have good friends (in both senses of the word), where their teachers respect them and the kids do their work, and where everyone can get along and communicate easily. And where I can find someone who connects with my writing. And a little extra sleep wouldn't hurt, either.
Good news, anyone?
1. I'm steeling myself for the rejection I know is coming. (Well, probably one of several, but this is one I'm sure of. )
2. My first grader's teacher is in a tizzy over a crumpled homework paper from last week. It was a very long page of math (he does great on tests, but he doesn't *like* math because he has to think about it, unlike words). He saw it and his mind blanked out, and after an hour of sitting there, doing NOTHING, and me reminding him that as soon as he does it he's free, he wadded it up an tossed it aside. Mom (thinking of that Bernstain Bear book, you know, the one where Brother makes a paper airplane out of his failed test and flies it into the swamp?) made him smooth it out and do it anyway. The message I wanted to give him was that even when we don't like things, we can't just wad them up and throw them away and pretend they don't exist. You know, be responsible. I wasn't expecting the teacher to grade it. I know, I should have sent in an explanation, but I'm not all that confident in my written German, and with the arrival of guests from out of the country, DH hasn't had much chance to go over it. And now we're getting frenzied notes from the teacher. I'm having a hard time formulating a letter that explains the situation without sounding huffy, unsupportive of my child, un-understanding of the teacher, and yet intelligent and responsible.
3. My five-year-old is still having loud tantrums. Yes, those annoying Americans on the second floor again, I'm sure the neighbors are all thinking.
I just want a perfect world! Where my kids have good friends (in both senses of the word), where their teachers respect them and the kids do their work, and where everyone can get along and communicate easily. And where I can find someone who connects with my writing. And a little extra sleep wouldn't hurt, either.
Good news, anyone?
