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boys. sheesh.
Mar. 13th, 2007 11:09 pmAri and I totally had sibling bonding time this evening. He told me all about the 6th grade dance on Thursday and how he was going "solo" with his two best friends because the girl he likes hates him. He actually didn't seem as depressed as you'd think by that, though. I think he's always known that this girl hates him, and he's accepted it as a fact of life. Easygoing kid, I guess.
He let me tell him what to wear to the dance. I had to explain the difference between being dressed up and looking good and how you could have the latter without the former, and I think he understood. He totally picked a shirt I bought for him too. I'm awesome.
Then, because we were getting along so well, he decided he would share a secret with me. Apparently, he's getting two F's and a D right now! Awesome! I think he regrets telling me that now, though, since we spent the last two hours going through all his missing work and planning out the rest of his week so he can get his grades back up. I'm meaner than Mom in that respect. Actually, my mother is one of the types of parents that are hell on teachers. This was great for me when I was in school, but I've grown to hate it. Her first response to Ari failing something is, "The teachers are supposed to keep me notified better!" Yes, it's completely the teacher's fault that Ari loses everything and spends more time talking to his friends about Dragonball Z than listening to directions. Jesus. The kid needs to take care of his own shit. He's going to be 13. Enough.
Ari just doesn't respond to yelling. I don't think any kid does. He needs to be in active discussions about his schoolwork to really care about what he's doing, and he needs to know why something is important before it will matter to him. I was exactly the same way.
Why he doesn't read books, though, I can't fucking understand. What the hell? I can't even comprehend what it's like to never want to read.
The other week, he was getting ready for his orchestra concert, and he mentioned to my dad that one of the songs his class was playing would be America, The Beautiful. My dad asked if they would be following that up with America, The Evil Empire. Haha, funny. Well, Ari just laughed and said, "I can do that! I'll just play America, The Beautiful in a minor key!"
Do you see the cleverness? Oh god, you don't care. But I love this kid.
He let me tell him what to wear to the dance. I had to explain the difference between being dressed up and looking good and how you could have the latter without the former, and I think he understood. He totally picked a shirt I bought for him too. I'm awesome.
Then, because we were getting along so well, he decided he would share a secret with me. Apparently, he's getting two F's and a D right now! Awesome! I think he regrets telling me that now, though, since we spent the last two hours going through all his missing work and planning out the rest of his week so he can get his grades back up. I'm meaner than Mom in that respect. Actually, my mother is one of the types of parents that are hell on teachers. This was great for me when I was in school, but I've grown to hate it. Her first response to Ari failing something is, "The teachers are supposed to keep me notified better!" Yes, it's completely the teacher's fault that Ari loses everything and spends more time talking to his friends about Dragonball Z than listening to directions. Jesus. The kid needs to take care of his own shit. He's going to be 13. Enough.
Ari just doesn't respond to yelling. I don't think any kid does. He needs to be in active discussions about his schoolwork to really care about what he's doing, and he needs to know why something is important before it will matter to him. I was exactly the same way.
Why he doesn't read books, though, I can't fucking understand. What the hell? I can't even comprehend what it's like to never want to read.
The other week, he was getting ready for his orchestra concert, and he mentioned to my dad that one of the songs his class was playing would be America, The Beautiful. My dad asked if they would be following that up with America, The Evil Empire. Haha, funny. Well, Ari just laughed and said, "I can do that! I'll just play America, The Beautiful in a minor key!"
Do you see the cleverness? Oh god, you don't care. But I love this kid.
