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So, let’s talk about school for a bit. What do you remember about your school days? Elementary, junior high, high school, college, grad school? Do you have fond memories? Horrid ones? A little bit of both?
Think back to first grade for a minute. What were you like? What did you enjoy? What was your favorite part of school? Who were your friends? What scared you?
I just got back from a conference with Ava’s teacher. I had one with Livi’s teacher last Tuesday. Both went well. I’m feeling the love from both of their teachers which is always comforting. I’ll share some of what we discussed in a sec. But first, here’s a peek at my own journey through school:
Two years of preschool at a Christian school. I remember great big (blow-up) letters. “Munchy Mr. M” is coming to mind. I don’t remember much else. Kindergarten–same school. I remember my classroom. I remember a Christmas party where we had a real Christmas dinner. They made me eat sweet potatoes. I think I threw up a little. First grade–same school. I remember Jason Love kissing me on the arm at recess. I remember trying to skip a rung on the monkey bars. I remember being asked if I wanted to skip to 2nd grade, but I was scared to because I didn’t know cursive.
My mom home-schooled me 2nd-4th grades. I remember our “school room” (part of the kitchen). I remember history tests and trying so hard to get perfect scores. I remember learning “carrying and borrowing” in math and was soooo frustrated when I didn’t understand it at first. I remember finishing school a couple months early one year, because my mama was great with child.
Fifth grade–public school. Intimidating. I dressed kind of funny. Yet somehow, one of the popular girls adopted me, and I ran with the cool crowd. One of the boys from my class came to Sunday School one Sunday, went back and reported to the rest of the 5th grade that I was “a completely different person at church. She’s all hyper and loud and crazy. You wouldn’t even believe it!”
Sixth grade–we moved. New school. Cried some (at home). Kids made fun of me for being smart. Overall, wasn’t bad. 7th grade–came out of my shell. Too much perhaps. Got in some trouble. Sassed my teachers. Had fun. 8th grade–same. High school–I was pretty cool. Good hair. A little mouthy. Opinionated. Boyfriend. Friends. Sports. Valedictorian. Put a lot of pressure on myself.
College–freedom. No one knew anything about me. Determined they wouldn’t know I was smart. Got my first B. My first C. Skipped class. Slept through class. Slacked off. Graduated a year early. (majoring in education is no longer the cake walk it was when I was in college–stinks to be all of you!)
How did this turn into a post about me? Sorry. Back to Livi and Ava. They’re very different. Livi is a perfectionist, works hard, takes school seriously, is at the top of her class. Ava is more laidback, not such a big fan of schoolwork, doesn’t see the need to make anything perfect.
The cool thing? They’re both doing really well. Even the daughter who succumbs to meltdowns and over-dramatization at home is “polite, sweet, easygoing, and a dream student” at school. They both have friends and are well-liked. I feel really blessed.
I’m wondering how they will evolve as “students.” Will they always be obedient and compliant? Or will the inner rebel come out in the next year or so? Or in 7th grade? How will their peers affect them? How will they affect their peers? What does the future hold?
Part of me would love to homeschool them. I miss them. And there are other things to consider. But for now, I’m grateful. They’re loved and cared for at school. And they’re learning all kinds of things. And their teachers have loads more patience and organizational skills than their mother does.
And probably don’t ramble so much.
I’d love to hear a little snippet of your school experience. Just something that stands out in your memory. What did you love/hate about school?
Have a great day!