Tonight, I took the Boy to curriculum night at his zoned middle school. We’re still not sure if he’s going to the charter middle school L attended (he’s grandfathered in) or if he’s going to the zoned public school. Right now he’s leaning toward the latter: he’s interested in music, and he wants to play in band, which is not something the charter school offers.
We spoke to the band director for a while, talked to the strings teacher, looked at the instruments, talked about the advantages of each.
“I think I’m leaning to this school,” he said.
“My only concern,” I said, “is that the academics at this school won’t be at quite the level as the charter school.”
The Boy expressed that he’s okay with that, suggesting once again that he’s not such a smart guy as someone who needs those “high-level classes.”
K and I don’t know where this idea comes from. He gets great grades; he scores well on standardized tests — he just doesn’t see himself as a gifted person, certainly not as a thinker. He sees himself as perfectly academically average.
He couldn’t be more different than his sister…