I went over Alesia’s grades with her early
this morning, and she had a 77 in English. My new rule is that if she doesn’t
have at least an 80 in all her classes, she cannot use the kids’ computer for
the next week. She was disappointed that she didn’t make it this week, but I
pointed out that low quiz grades were pulling her grades down. “Alesia, you
need to study every day, even if you don’t have written homework. Science and
Spanish really need to be studied every day, because they are cumulative. You
have to build on the knowledge you get each day.”
Alesia said tonight she has two tests on
Monday. I need to build in time this weekend for her to study. I am glad she is
thinking about the tests on Monday. That is definite progress. They are in
Science and Geometry, two subjects about which I know next to nothing. Well, I
used to know them, but that was a looooooong time ago.
I let Alesia drive again last weekend. I
don’t think I mentioned it here. We went to the middle school parking lot and
she drove around a bit. At one point I showed her reverse, and said something
to the effect of, back up and do it again. She just kept going in reverse,
while I was trying to get words to come out of my mouth and my brain was
absent. Finally, I just hollered STOP! And she jammed on the brake. That was
the only snafu, though. Otherwise, she did great.
She has better coordination
in the car than I ever did as a teen. I was terrible at driving, for the first, oh, ten
years or so. I hit mailboxes, shrubbery, bumped into other cars. That’s why my
father was a regular at the bank’s repo lot, picking up huge junkers for me to
drive. Alesia is going to get my car and I am going to get another car, as soon
as the condo is sold.
Michael was in the back seat of Alesia’s driving lesson and he kept whining “But I want to drive, Mom! Puh-leeeeeeeze???” I had to remind him that he cannot drive for 3 more years. I do not know how his lack of a hand is going to affect his chances of getting a driver’s license.
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I
told Michael after school today he needed to wash the sheets on his bed. He
stripped off the sheets and washed them. When we went to put the sheets back on
the bed tonight, he begged me to let him sleep under a nylon, camouflaged army
blanket given to him by Uncle Bruce. I said OK, just for tonight. He is also
not wearing a shirt. He is pretending he is asleep in the jungle, with danger
all around. Shhhhhh…. What’s that noise?! Oh, never mind. It’s Bonnie Raitt.
Our intrepid soldier is clutching his beloved bear Misha, sound asleep, with Bonnie
crooning to him. He’s such a tough guy.
