Mr. Martini and I don't often discuss my son's school... I mean really examine the quality of the education he is receiving there. Let's be honest, who has time for that? I'm not a PTO mom; they have those meetings at noon and I'm lucky to have slapped on a bra by then. I'm not one of these "advisor-types" who constantly have to give their two cents. I figure the 14 year old that is teaching my son must be qualified, right? I ask Silly Monkey everyday 'What did you do in school today?" He answers, I poke a little, and we're good. That was until last night.
I received an automated phone call alerting me that report cards were in backpacks. I was a ball of excitement and anticipation. Well, actually, I was a little nervous since my boy has demonstrated an uncanny ability to focus on anything except for the task at hand. I was eager to see whether or not he was excelling in his new Kindergarten environment. Or at least not sinking like a fish. I was, I presume, going through the ball of emotions that most parents go through before checking semester grades. And I admit, I was a little excited to see if we would have an excuse for an early bedtime.
In sum, I was very pleased!! Silly Monkey was paying attention, participating, and has shown significant improvement in all areas of what is deemed important by a board of parents who clearly take this stuff more seriously than I do. However my sense of pride quickly dissipated when I took a good look at the stuff that makes up my son's permanent record.
Now, I'm not stupid, but I was a little confused. What the hell is "RIMES"? Are these people that lazy that they can't proof-read the frickin official document that goes into my Silly Monkey's permanent record? Or is 'rime' like the new 'thru'? An acceptable substitute for the official word? I started to question my own hipness, and intelligence... like, what if I didn't even know rime is the new rhyme? So I googled it. And I am pretty sure that rhyme is in fact still the accepted spelling. Which can only mean one thing. 'Rime' must mean something else entirely. And it does!
Apparently my son can create a hard ice covering on single syllable spoken words. Ice, out of thin air! That is frickin amazing!!! There is way more for me to be excited about than his ability to count by fives, or to sound out simple words. No... my son is apparently on his way to being a real life Harry Frickin Potter! I could not be more thrilled! Thank you school for revealing talents we didn't even know we should be looking out for! I can't wait to find out what they'll be learning next. I hope it's horcruxes. This evil genius wants to live forever!
