Well, the first week of school is a wrap. So far, B LOVES 3rd grade and absolutely adores his teacher. He loves math and P.E. except for the "stretches." I have no idea what exactly that means, but the face he makes when he talks about them is priceless. I picked him up from school this afternoon, and he practically bounced off of the side of the car when he ran to get in.
Always comical, that one. His joy just oozes out of him. Some days it drives me crazy. Other days? Well, it's just contagious.
N claims they haven't done anything all week...in almost every class he claims they've been sitting around playing on their phones or playing games. I'm not sure how much I believe his story, and I feel like I'm really in for a wake-up call on Tuesday at curriculum night. He seems to enjoy his classes well enough; he has one of the members of "The Breakfast Club" in his Science class.
That deserves explanation: Last spring, N and three of his pals got into trouble with a sub during Pre-AP Language Arts. It's the last period of the day, and it was a few days before Spring Break. When their teacher returned, she gave them the option of serving a detention prior to Spring Break or serving after they returned. All of them opted to serve after, and she gave them plenty of notice to tell their parents before she emailed all of us. SO, N came to Houston with me for Spring Break, and while bored one morning, found "The Breakfast Club" on television. He watched it, claimed it was lame, I disowned him, and we all went about our business. That was the end of it...or so I thought.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, and I'm emailing his LA teacher about something. She emails me back and says something like, "N is such a great kid. His sense of humor is awesome...he just needs to steer clear of the Breakfast Club every now and then." I emailed her back immediately, giving her major props for the reference, and she must've been sitting there, waiting for my email. "I didn't dub them 'The Breakfast Club,' they did." Apparently, these fools (I say that lovingly) wrote her a note during their detention, signed it the Breakfast Club, and made a pact.
Y'all, it's still funny even now. Anyway, the sole girl from the 6th grade B.C. is in his Science class, and she and N are pals. He has a couple of friends in his Math class, too...and he really loves that class even though he's never liked Math. Plus, it's at the end of the day. Puke. Whatever. He seems to be doing well, although he's pissed about not playing football now. He didn't want to get up early, and I was not-so-secretly glad about that...which brings us to baseball.
He met his new team tonight, and he's so discouraged. In our league, they combine U11 and U12. Last season(s), N was U11, so now he's one of four U12 players on his combined team. He and another boy are the only two who have played on the U12 fields. Needless to say, he was so frustrated last night, even after his coach spoke to him and told him he wanted him to be the team captain and really lead the team. N was excited about having that opportunity, but he's still anti-fall ball. I can't say I blame him, but as I talked to my mom tonight, she reminded me that God puts us where we are for a reason. Maybe this is N's time to step up and be a leader. Maybe this is what he needs.
So, we're going with it. And while we were at practice, one of the other moms came up to me and just gushed about what a delight B was. He was out on the field, helping her daughter learn to swing the bat and throw the ball. She was so complimentary...and I was so proud of him. He was so patient. And sometimes, it really seems like I can learn a whole lot from both of my boys.
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