Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Every Ass I Kicked I Kicked in Kindergarten

What's up people.

We're going into Week Three now, and so far the Cannonball's been doing pretty good with the whole 'public education thing.'  She's seemed to adjust to going whole days without taking naps (which we were kinda worried about), and, while she's definitely been a little moodier once she gets home, she's managing it fairly well.

Some reading website she uses frequently. . .
In regards to academics, she's ahead of the curve substantially, which we sort of assumed she would be.  There's one or two kids ahead of her, but she's turned out to be way ahead of where's she's supposed to be, and apparently helps out other kids with their reading all the time.  Like I've always said, I really want her in the top few spots of whatever class she's in, and no, that's not me being one of those over-bearing, live-through-their-child, Chinese parents.  Hell no - I'm speaking from experience, having worked in education for the last seven years:  those kids who are labeled 'advanced,' 'honors,' or 'gifted' generally receive better teachers and placement throughout their schooling (sad as it is, it's true.)

Right now she's sitting with the other three advanced readers in the class, so we're hoping this homogenous grouping encourages her to continue working on her skills, as occasionally when we work with her at home she complains that 'reading is boring.'

One area that she has been having trouble with in class lately is socializing.  Not that she's shy or anything like that, folks - nay, she's socializing way too much.  So much, in fact, that she's disrupting class when the teacher's talking, distracting other students while they're working, and otherwise exhibiting your standard 'class clownishness.'

I wasn't surprised by this at all.

The other day she came home with a note in her daily agenda saying she had hit another student.  To us, this didn't really seem like her, and after we tried and failed to get a straight answer out of the five-year-old herself, we decided to call the teacher for an explanation.  Apparently Alayna hit not one but two boys on that day, for completely unrelated reasons and at totally different parts of the day.  In both instances, Alayna was the aggressor, which, as bad as it sounds, was a huge relief to me (with all the crap you hear about bullying in the media, as a parent we're already dreading what our kids may go through.)  But for the teacher to use the word 'hit' in both instances certainly seems like overkill - I think she poked one of the boys in the eye, obviously not using her first, and thereby not technically 'hitting' the other student.  I don't know.

Anyway, it would appear that she's either acting up because she's bored, as she's finishing her work way before anyone else, or else she just wants to screw around in class and not do her work.  Brian J. Hough style.


We're really hoping it's the former and not the latter.  We'll let you know what happens.

- Brian

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