The kids are away this week. They are in Canada with Grandma and Grandpa while The Wife and I enjoy a week without being gouged by day care. We did get the boy's state test scores back, though. What a difference a new year and teacher makes. We had already seen the results on his report card, going from a C (maybe low B) student to flirting with straight-As. His state scores back up the grades - ELA above average, mathematics just off the charts.
The math was a surprise. I mean, don't get me wrong, we new he wasn't stupid. He has the gene pool, Dad and I both having been good at math in our day. But the scores...the scores really blew us away. 99 in four of five categories. The fourth was a solid average, but in a category not covered at his grade level in our district.
This is all about teachers. Moving from one that's just riding things out until her pension caps, to one who gave a damn about her students. Hopefully the trend will continue next year, when he gets the teacher who nobody recommended to us (because recommendations like that are not allowed).
The girl is, well, herself. She is what she has been from, literally, her birth. A force of nature. Clever, dynamic, dramatic. A giant rolling tsunami of girlishness. Sometimes I catch her out of the corner of my eye and she looks so much like her mother that I lose my breath for a minute.
She narrowly missed straight-As, but a lone B scored in math. Honestly, I think her score was dragged down by the whole learning about money bit. Both kids had trouble with that in their time (the boy even more, since he had already learned about damn dirty foreign money), and I am not the best help as I sometimes screw up identifying your fancy American money by pictures. Where I come from we just traded goats.
We suspect that she will do well with any teacher, given that she is difficult to ignore for very long (usually in a good way, but this power does sometimes get used for evil).
I miss them both and can't wait to pick them up on Friday. I'll leave straight after work and should be able to pop over the border and back before things get too clusterfucky there.
The Wife hates her job. It's something of a theme at the old homestead. I'll admit, though, that her job is far worse. Were it not for the free health care she'd likely already be gone. Her boss is an insane workaholic who, despite working in the school system, spent so much time on her career that she neglected her kids. I mean neglected as in leaving them to prepare breakfast and get them off to school when they were my son's age. Worse, she doesn't understand why everyone doesn't do things that way.
At least I can take a mental health day when it gets to be too much, and working the mental health industry as I do it's even legit.
I've almost checked off the last of the chores on my pre-purchase list of things to do at the house. Last on the list, for good reason, is peeling back insulation that was laid all the way into the eaves. I need to get myself some head protection for this, squeezing into the cramped space there will get me roofing nails in the head.
There was the annual trip to Cedar Point, but not much to say about that. The kids like roller coasters.
Not much else going on.
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