As the school year begins to wind down, the whining about school begins to wind up. Taking these little farm boys and putting them in the classroom all day is torture. They really, really don’t like school. The warmer the days get, the worse it gets. We are definitely on the count down, 26 days left until we all have our freedom.
If it is not completely quiet Branson cannot concentrate. So I send him in the office where he is all alone and he can think. Yup, thinking is exactly what he is doing when he is all alone in the office. Thinking about how to make funny faces to himself with rubber bands. No completed homework, no concentrating.
And this is what happens when you are in first grade. And you are still learning how to read. And you misread one of the words and think it is a “potty talk” word. Which is more funny; the “potty talk word” (yes they still make me laugh), or his contagious laugh? Definitely his contagious laugh.
Maybe this is a good time to tell a story about his sense of humor and contagious laugh. One week after Branson’s first grade year of school started he was in the bathroom. Some kids were dumping soap on the floor. I know that’s bad. But Branson though it was funny. So he started laughing. And he can really get laughing too. A teacher heard him from her classroom. She wrote him a ticket and sent him to the principals office. The principal told Branson that if he got two more tickets he would get kicked out of school. Branson came home from school that night. Told me that he had something to give to me, if I promised to “dearly, not get mad at me”. He explained what he did, and started making a list of two more things he could do at school to get those tickets. Then he would be kicked out and everything would be better. Crazy principal, Branson out smarted him.
Here’s a little piece of advice for you if your child gets thrown into a sixth grade band class. Close the windows and send them outside to practice. The problem is that the only practice that happened was Carson practicing to wear his trombone as a hat. Oh well, it sounds better than actual practice anyway.
Being a junior high band teacher in a farming community has to be the worst job on earth. The kids are always fixing their instruments with pliers and other tools. One kid got chewing gum stuck in his instrument. Some boys caught some frogs and let one loose in the band room. The other frog went in someone’s tuba. Poor frog. The teacher told the kids to be careful around his instruments. “This instrument costs more than my car”, he told them. The kids thought that was funny and told him, “Boy your car must be a big heap of trash”. Poor guy.
What is it with this child? No wonder his teachers always make him sit right by their desk. Maybe it’s because he does these kind of things and they don’t want to miss it. His second grade teacher still tells me that she misses “Her little Branson”. Who wouldn’t miss this cute little face and sense of humor?
Teaching a preschooler to write their name is very sad. Payson had a million excuses why he shouldn’t have to learn this skill. Here’s a few important ones.
1. This is stupid.
2. I will learn to type it later.
3. I will just ask Siri to write it for me.
4. Dad is outside. The weather is nice. And I’m only five. I really don’t need to know this until I’m six.
All second grade teachers will know that this is your paper if you write this down for your name. Or maybe not. But at least it made the second graders laugh.
Oh, and when Branson was in second grade he got kicked out of music class several times. The first time he got kicked out the teacher told him that if he didn’t sing he was going to have to sit on the naughty bench. Done. He didn’t sing another word. I’m not sure why a teacher would tell a kid that they are going to be rewarded for not singing. She couldn’t believe that he would choose to sit on the naughty bench instead of sing. She had no idea what to do with him after that, so she kicked him out.
The second time he got kicked out he told the teacher that he wasn’t going to sing a girl song. “OUT!!”, she told him. “YES”, he said. And went back to his class room to a teacher who welcomed him back with open arms!
The third time he got kicked out he said, “Aagghh. So we really have to sing this dumb song again?” “OUT!!”, she said. “YES”, he said. He had to go to the office and call me and tell me that he got kicked out. Maybe I’m not a very supportive mom because I told him, “Good job!! How long did you have to stay before you got to leave?” Sorry music teacher. I think music should be a little more relaxed.
I knew he would end up getting kicked out of some classes. Just not that many times. and not this early in his school career.
At the end of each school year, I ask my boys to write a thank you note to their teachers. It can’t be easy to deal with these free range men all year long. Before Branson started his, we talked about a few of the things he could say. This is what he came up with for his first grade thank you note. “I hate going to school. And I don’t want to go anymore.” Wow!! That’s not exactly what I had in mind to make her feel appreciated. This one went in the “Branson’s keepsakes” box. And we had to sit down to do another one. By the way, writing two thank you notes for one teacher didn’t go over real well.
I can’t wait to have my “Smarty Pants” home with me all day. I believe there are so many life lessons to be learned outside of the classroom. The boys have so much fun playing with each other. We have so much fun giving them jobs. And it’s heavenly to not be on a school schedule. We can’t wait.