My 6th grader came home today with a ribbon for having gotten a 4.0 her whole year of 6th grade. Which I’m of course uber proud of
But… and I shit you not… this beautiful red ribbon lettered in gold with the year and the school seal says “EXCELENCE”
And apparently one of the other sixth graders in her class told the Principal (who has a doctorate in education) “Thanks for the ribbon. You misspelled Excellence.”
And I’m just howling. This might be my favorite story from middle school so far.
I mean, yes, we’re married, but he was working while I was helping with homework and now that the kids are in bed and I can write he’s finally finished with his work and wants to share every fucking thing that happened to him and yes I care and I want to know but do I have to know right now when I finally have a moment to write?
*bed shakes violently at 4:55 a.m.*
GBP: are you okay?
me: I’m okay. are you okay?
GBP: I’m okay.
GBP: so… that felt like…
me: That was an earthquake.
GBP: but it might have been a—
me: that was totally an earthquake.
GBP: maybe I should check—
me: go to sleep. it was just a little earthquake. your New York is showing.
me: *wakes up to alarm 20 minutes later. checks the USGS website. 3.5, 2 miles away.
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OMG PTA president. Of all the things you mentioned I find that most impressive because I generally want to strangle other Moms and half the teachers.
Same actually. I consider myself a reluctant PTA president. Basically, the district is going through a lot of changes, and I’m one of the people standing up to the board and trying to not have them dismantle or weaken a bunch of programs. And since I’m going to all of these meetings anyway… when the nominating committee asked me to serve, I figured I may as well. I cannot wait for my term to be up, though my daughter really appreciates that I do it and actually thanks me when I have to miss family dinners and such to make it happen. Once she gets to middle school, the proposed changes will matter less, so I won’t feel the need to keep an eye on everything. My jb and my hobby will benefit.
And I’m super excited. I’m going to be a black widow spider, and I found this great ballgown made of black skull lace, added a red satin hourglass to the bodice, and then sewed narrow feather boas coming out of the sides to be the extra legs. Then I strung them to a pair of gloves with fishing line, so all my legs will move when I move my arms. And I got some spiderweb lace to make a mourning veil.
I get to wear it tomorrow for the first time, because we’re going to a Halloween themed ballet where they encourage the audience to come in costume (Halloween is basically a high holiday here).
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