At Least He Knows His Music


To give some background, Liam has the world’s worst math teacher, whose failed grading policy was offensive to me both as a parent AND a teacher.  Seriously, if I tried to explain it to you, your head would explode, but suffice to say, because of her “system” 80% of her students were failing her class.  I had a meeting with the entire admin and grade level, where I laid out the stupidity of the policy, and now…amazingly…my kid is passing math.  *eye roll*

Ryan: “How’s Liam’s math grade?”

Me: “Well, he’s mysteriously gone from an 55% to an 89%.”

Ryan: “Does he seem happier in the class?”

Me: “I think the ship has sailed.  He doesn’t say anything, but that kid can hold a grudge.  I think he hates her.”

Ryan: “How can you tell?”

Me: “He hums Carmina Burana when he does his math homework.”

Ryan: “Yup.  He hates her.”

Flashback Friday



A quick departure into the past…when my twins were in third grade, as I was picking them up after school.

*slamming the car door*

Xavier: “We need to have a talk with you, mother.”

Me: “Um…okay.”

Liam: “Yeah…you know when you make us compete to see who can clean the bathroom better, and whoever wins gets the bigger half of the dessert?”

Me: “Ummm…yeah?”

Xavier: “Well, today in math, we learned there is NO SUCH THING AS A BIGGER HALF!”

Me: *giggling*