Yesterday was tough; today was a little better. At least they won a set. "Look at this way," said a friend, "it can only get better."
Losing builds character, but I think we've built enough character this week.
Spartanburg Tournament Day 2
general
10
The Boy -- 10 years old today. A decade of the Boy. Double digits.
In the morning, we had his breakfast of choice: bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls. Healthy choices. In the evening, dinner too was his choice: crab legs and shrimp.
After cheese cake and ice cream, he and I went to the local guitar store to spend all his present money in one shot:
A third guitar -- a bass.
The Girl and I spent the afternoon at a tournament only half an hour away -- quite a change.
She'd probably rather not talk about that, though. Let's just say it didn't go as well as the team was hoping.
Previous Years
Happy Mess Day
Second Time Around
Third Party
Celebration Day
Birthday
Fifth Birthday Party
Sports and Ice Cream
Seventh Birthday
Day 60: Eighth Birthday
Nine
Southside Ride
Boy, am I out of shape. Eight miles and it kicked my butt.
Having my first wreck on the new bike didn't help. Nothing major.
One of those accidents that could have been a lot more serious, and as a result, you ride a lot more cautiously afterward. No real damage done -- except to the ego.
Entertaining Your Brain During Testing
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“How Not to Fall Asleep While Doing Nothing for Three Hours”
The title is misleading: to suggest that I do nothing at all during the three hours of state-mandated standardized testing would be to suggest a testing violation. That cannot be: a testing violation means paperwork, emails, meetings, reprimands, and the like. It means notes detailing the testing violation in one’s employment file, and in an absolutely worst-case scenario, it can mean termination of employment.
So what does this proctoring look like? I have three chairs I use in my room for such an occasion: proctoring means walking around the room and looking at everyone then sitting down in one of the chairs. After a few minutes, I get up and do it again, returning to a different chair. And then again.
“Why don’t you use the time to do lesson planning?” Testing violation.
“Why don’t you read?” Testing violation.
“Why don’t you grade papers?” Testing violation.
“Why don’t you write letters?” Testing violation.
There are only two things I can do other than walk around and watch kids take the test: create a seating chart and alphabetize the test tickets (why call them tickets — it’s not like they’re admission slips for something they really want to do). So I take a long time doing both. I work on the seating chart throughout the whole test: it’s like nibbling at a bit of candy you’ve been craving for so long. I alphabetize the test slips slowly and in stages.
And I daydream while staring at the backs students’ heads.
Wednesday Afternoon Bike Ride
The Boy and I decided yesterday that we'd go mountain biking today after school. He wanted to go to a bike park in a town about half an hour from here, but I said it was too far and suggested Lakeside Park, where L had her sand volleyball practices. He agreed, somewhat reluctantly, but seemed eager about the afternoon when I left this morning.
This afternoon, just as I was finishing up with the bikes and bike rack, he came out to tell me he wasn't ready.
"Well, get ready," I laughed.
"No, I'm not mentally ready. I don't really want to go now."
This is what I was waiting for, almost expecting. It happens more times than I care to experience, and sometimes, K and I take a more gentle approach, trying to get him to see the positives of it, reminding him why he wanted to do it in the first place. Not today. Today, I didn't have the time for that.
"Stinks to be you. We're leaving in a few minutes. Change your shirt and get your shoes on."
I went go get his bike to complete the whole packing process (his goes on last) and saw that his back tire was flat. Again. I'd just replaced the innertube before our last adventure only to have it rupture about a mile from the car. I'd simply taken the older one, which had the slow leak, and patched the leak. It had worked fine for a while.
This put a new crimp in the plan. He was already reluctant to go. Getting a flat in the middle of a ride might turn him off of riding for a while. There might be even more fussing the next time. I decided just to take the chance. I pumped up his tire, saw that it was holding, and packed the bike. When we arrived at the park, it was still holding. About midway through the first part of the ride, though, E noticed it was getting squishy. We went back to the car, pumped it back up, and rode another few miles.
"That was fun," was his verdict.
Testing
We the kids posed for a picture well after testing to show the various positions they’d assumed during standardized testing.
Growth
It's that time of year: my students are writing their letters to next year's students. The English 8 kids wrote them last Friday; English I will be writing them in a couple of weeks.
The guidelines are simple:
- Provide advice for rising eight-graders
- Show off how well you can write now.
To achieve the second goal, I only allow students one class period to write the letters. The results could theoretically be a little better for the English 8 students if I gave them more time, but part of the charm in the whole exercise is watching next year's students' shock when I tell them at the letters they're reading are in fact first and only drafts.
One young lady's letter demonstrated so wonderfully how much she'd grown as a person from the beginning of the year. J, at the start of the year, was one of the most worrying students: her behavior was often disruptive; she was often disrespectful when teachers called her on her behavior; she rarely did any work, and what she did was not turned in or handed in still incomplete.
Yet over the course of the school year, she's calmed down, learned that butting heads with teachers is counterproductive, and begun doing her work (then doing her best). Her grade has gone from a 62 (just barely passing) to a 84, just six points shy of an A.
One paragraph of her letter reads:
How to stay out of trouble in the 8th grade? Staying out of trouble in the 8th grade is probably one of the most important things you can do. One thing you can do to prevent getting in trouble is to minimize your circle and stop posting things on social media. People take a lot of things to social media and the drama leads into school so now it’s the school’s problem and once you post something on social media there’s literally no going back. It's there forever. Having a lot of friends can cause you to get into a lot of stuff because once one of your friends is beefing with one another they are going to bring you into it because they want you to choose one or the other. My advice to you as a 8th grader right now is to never trust a soul, follow the right path and take it slow, that's how you can be successful in the 8th grade.
There's a certain cynicism in that conclusion, but perhaps it's not entirely awful advice.
Mother’s Day 2022
Morning was for relaxing.
Afternoon was for relaxing, too. And a bit of spray painting.
Evening, our first fire in the new firepit.
Recital
The Boy had his first recital today. He’s been fretting about it on and off since he decided he wanted to participate in his music school’s annual recital, and he was particularly worried about it once we arrived at the venue — it was all too real then. But once he got in the warm-up room, he seemed fine.
“Do you want me to stay here with you?” I asked. He glanced up at his teacher.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
I went into the auditorium and found the girls. It wasn’t hard: there weren’t more than fifteen to twenty people in the audience.
Once he and his teacher worked out a little cord issue, he began, and though he later said his hands were shaking, you can’t really hear it in his playing.
Afterward, of course, it was time for some family pictures.
And then the Girl drove us home — on the highway.
Fields, 20 Years Ago
