In which I Get an A+ in Sniveling
Hugh and I attended the Man-Cub’s Parent/Teacher conference this afternoon and I’m pleased to report that all went well.
Not that we’ve ever had a really bad conference but, as a parent, I think you are always mentally prepared for the moment when a teacher looks you in the eye and tells you that your child is stupid/behaviorally challenged/potentially homicidal and that it is all your fault for skipping your prenatal vitamins/drinking Diet Pepsi/ jumping on a trampoline during your pregnancy.
Or, maybe that’s just me.
Anyhoodle, the Cub is quite well-liked by his teacher as well as by the student teacher working in his classroom this semester and, his grades are all A’s and B’s which means we dodged the stupid/behaviorally challenged/potentially homicidal bullet this go round, whew!
Following the Cub’s conference, I attended The Teenager’s CAP (Career/Academic Planning) meeting; she is now officially signed up for her Freshman courses; the jury is still out on whether or not she is mentally and emotionally prepared for High School, however.
I, for the record, am in no way, shape or form mentally or emotionally prepared for her to enter High School but, I’m hiding it well and, by well, I mean I am only weeping at intermittent intervals now rather than at every mention of
a) High School
b) Her 14th birthday later this month
c) Her desire to attend a college with a really good cafeteria
I’m pretty sure I’ll pull it together before the first day of high school, though.
The Man-Cub’s first day of High School.