So after my daughter spent two days playing three grueling regional tennis matches she went back to school. And back to aerobics.
"Hey slowpoke, you need to pick up your energy!" her teacher called out.
I don't think her teacher realizes that slowpoke's mom has Eagle powers.
As a former teacher I remember the challenge. You have a class of students in front of you and they are flat characters. One dimensional. And you know nothing about what goes on behind the scenes. Alls you know is that they are students. And students are slackers, who try to get away with doing as little work as possible. You're pretty sure they spend all of their time thinking up ways to slide by, skimming only the surface of your requirements.
It's your job to show them who's boss--let them know that you know that they don't know that you know what they don't know.
You get me?
My twins are in sixth grade and they have different teachers. Very different teachers. The older twin has taken up reading and writing. In cursive. It's a joy beyond belief. He reads in the car, at the dinner table, on the tramp. While we're watching Who's Line is it Anyway or The Office he's reading Fablehaven or The Guardians of Ga'Hoole. And then he writes summaries. In cursive. As per request of his teacher. Yesterday, before walking out the door to school, he showed me his summary, which took up both the front and back side of the paper. "Look how good I did!" he said.
But his teacher docked him 1 point for being too long.
Maybe she hasn't heard the old sixth grade adage, "Summaries are fragile, handle with care." Or the other old sixth grade adage, "Meet me after school by the tennis courts. And come alone."
My other twin's teacher, on the other hand . . .
During the first week of school he came home one day and said, "Mom, don't be surprised if my teacher calls you to tell you what a good student I am."
Then yesterday he came home and handed me a yellow sticky note. "I found this on my desk today," he said. It read:
Dear Dummy Jr.
I love the effort you are putting into school. I love that you are coming prepared and I love that you have the aha sparkle in your eyes. Keep working hard and you'll do great things.
Love, Mrs. Teacher of the Year.
No wonder she won teacher of the year.
P.S. Nie Nie was so awesome last night. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.