Last night Paul and I were sitting side-by-side at our computers, and he said, "GEEZ, there is A-1 sauce all OVER my monitor!" And I said, "?" and he said, "Don't Twitter that." And then I said, "?" and he said "Don't Twitter THAT, either." So I didn't.
What I did about the Rob situation (the one where he said he'd completed two out of three in-class writing sessions without yet choosing a SUBJECT) is first I helped him choose a topic, and then I told him to tell his teacher what was going on. My mom's a teacher and I grew up hearing the teacher's point of view, so now I'm over-sensitized to it to the point where I don't even want to COMMUNICATE with the teacher in case I accidentally imply that I think my child's inborn flaws are her fault.
And in this case, this is an inborn flaw of Rob's I've been struggling unsuccessfully with for YEARS: he'll sit there trying to think of "the perfect thing," and so he doesn't think of anything, and the longer he thinks about it the less perfect all the options seem. His first grade teacher mentioned that he would sit during Journal Time getting increasingly stressed and writing nothing, so he and I worked for the entire school year on "just writing what comes into your head, rather than Questing For Perfection." We made some progress at the time, but when we worked on it again this past summer (I work on it with him each summer, to keep from losing ground) he was all Attitude about it, writing stream-of-consciousness stuff including all the words to the song "B-I-N-G-O" and the numbers 1 to 100, so I kind of threw in the towel and figured it's good he's good at math.
Let's see, where was I? Oh, yes: so I told him to tell his teacher he hadn't yet started on the assignment he was supposed to have 2/3rds completed. For one thing, I couldn't think of a way of telling his teacher myself. For another thing, this is the kind of problem he needs to work on NOW, so that maybe he won't flunk a college history final because he's too shy to go up to the teacher and say, "Hey, I don't understand what you mean by that essay question," which I'm not saying I know anything about but GEEZ why didn't I just ASK? I mean, teachers don't BITE.
He was really nervous about telling his teacher, but I was all "Do as I say, not as I do," and so he did it, and he came home from school saying he was SO RELIEVED. His teacher apparently said, "Okay," and then she checked all 20 kids' work and found that Rob was not the only one who was a little behind, and so she's giving everyone an extra 45-minute writing session, and also Rob said in one session he got everything done up through the rough draft, so all he has to do is the final draft. Woot. And I can't donate blood this month because I sweated out too much of it over this.
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