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stevenpiziks) wrote2010-09-08 10:06 pm
stevenpiziks) wrote2010-09-08 10:06 pm
Day 2
Today things went more smoothly.
Last night, I started training the boys to pack their own lunches. I called them into the kitchen and set them to work. I pointed out that by doing it this way, they can decide what goes in their lunch, which they liked. It took the same amount of time as packing them myself would have, but it was more social, and it'll go faster over time. It was definitely less effort.
This morning I reiterated with Aran that he needed to wait until the alarm went off at the appropriate time, and he said he understood. Then Sasha and I left.
At school, I got email from Mackie's teacher. She wanted some background on him because she was having some difficulty getting him to work in class. I emailed back with some information and some tips on handling him and said that I had a good list of fallback contingencies if he didn't settle in soon.
Just after school, Sasha called. He told me that, despite expectations, he liked his new school. See, over the last several weeks, Sasha had been maintaining that he would hate Sasha High because the students would be awful and loud and nasty and just plain mean to him like they were back at Willow Run. I repeated to him that Willow Run and Wherever are very different communities, that many Willow Run parents don't care how their kids do at school and don't raise them to be polite or decent citizens at school. He refused to believe me. All high schools must be like Willow Run.
Today he said on the phone, "The kids here are so different! They quiet down when the teacher says and they do the work. They're polite and they don't yell during class. It's nice here. I like school. You were right, Dad."
How often do you hear those words from your teenager?
When I got home, I learned that Aran and Mackie had gone off on schedule and Aran caught the correct bus.
This evening I was really tired--the first few days of school are always difficult--but supper needed making. I put together a deep dish pizza (thank heavens for the dough hook) that Mackie thought was the greatest supper ever.
A much better day!
Last night, I started training the boys to pack their own lunches. I called them into the kitchen and set them to work. I pointed out that by doing it this way, they can decide what goes in their lunch, which they liked. It took the same amount of time as packing them myself would have, but it was more social, and it'll go faster over time. It was definitely less effort.
This morning I reiterated with Aran that he needed to wait until the alarm went off at the appropriate time, and he said he understood. Then Sasha and I left.
At school, I got email from Mackie's teacher. She wanted some background on him because she was having some difficulty getting him to work in class. I emailed back with some information and some tips on handling him and said that I had a good list of fallback contingencies if he didn't settle in soon.
Just after school, Sasha called. He told me that, despite expectations, he liked his new school. See, over the last several weeks, Sasha had been maintaining that he would hate Sasha High because the students would be awful and loud and nasty and just plain mean to him like they were back at Willow Run. I repeated to him that Willow Run and Wherever are very different communities, that many Willow Run parents don't care how their kids do at school and don't raise them to be polite or decent citizens at school. He refused to believe me. All high schools must be like Willow Run.
Today he said on the phone, "The kids here are so different! They quiet down when the teacher says and they do the work. They're polite and they don't yell during class. It's nice here. I like school. You were right, Dad."
How often do you hear those words from your teenager?
When I got home, I learned that Aran and Mackie had gone off on schedule and Aran caught the correct bus.
This evening I was really tired--the first few days of school are always difficult--but supper needed making. I put together a deep dish pizza (thank heavens for the dough hook) that Mackie thought was the greatest supper ever.
A much better day!