Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Mrs TWC off to St Louis, The Boy off to eighth grade, and The House Blond off to sixth grade honors program. Same school. Same schedule. Yippee Skippee!
Junior High School suits Jake well. Moving from class to class agrees with his short attention span. At the top of every hour he strolls out and rids himself of the ants in his pants and begins fresh with a different teacher and a different subject matter. He's all boy, though modern America would rather call it something else. However, his report cards are the best ever (honor roll).
Katie's honors program is district-wide and limited to roughly sixty kids. When her 4th grade teacher suggested it a year or so ago, Katie was immediately against it. Pretty certain Mr C was a little disappointed that Mrs TWC and I took a hands-off approach, but Katie was seriously traumatized with the prospect of leaving friends behind that she began kindergarten with.
Gabrielle, Hailey, The House Blond, & Mackenzie
Day One, Sixth Grade
(Jake wasn't having none of this picture stuff with his friends watching)
Obviously, we preferred the accelerated program, particularly since fifth grade was an obvious cakewalk for her. We figured that either way, ordinary or honors, in a year she'd be moving along to junior high anyway so we just waited.
What changed? Katie found out that if she signed on she'd get to mummify a chicken. Got that? A mummified chicken! This is the same fastidious little girl who is completely grossed out by such mundane things as scraping uneaten food off of the dinner dishes, who avoids the garage like the plague because the cat box is in there (might be a method to her madness, she doesn't have to clean that thing anymore), and won't eat the peach if she saw you slice off the bruised part. Turning a chicken into a mummy? Boy Howdy! SOLD!
After the fact, several of her good friends also signed on for the program., but that was after the school sweetened the pot with a mummy chicken.
Bonus first-day of school tune:
Photo Credit: Karla R