The Boy finished up his junior high school career with three A's, a couple of B's, a couple of C's, and college level reading and comprehension. Not bad for a dyslexic that can't spell his way out of a wet paper bag and surely can't sit still for five minutes. They used to call that being All Boy. Now it's a disease they treat with drugs I hear.
He likely inherited that dyslexia from Mrs TWC's father, who was frequently consigned to a classroom corner sporting a dunce hat because he couldn't spell neither. Thank the Good Lord for progressive enlightenment and the wisdom gleaned across the ensuing decades.
Mrs TWC doesn't like it said out loud, and she often denies it, but the fact is that she pretty much home schooled him. Don't get me wrong, Jacob is sharp. His analytical skills and ability to grasp the essence of concepts are remarkable. He's had some excellent and patient teachers as well. But in the end, she's the reason he has seen academic success. When his maximum attention span was shy of twenty three seconds and he plain couldn't focus, she stayed with it. Persevered. Exhibited the patience of the Biblical Job. Then there were also times when TWC wasn't exactly sure if Jake was going to live to see junior high at all.....
And that was the condensed version of how we found ourselves at the El Cerrito Middle School graduation ceremony yesterday morning.
It was short and sweet. The Emcee had an old time radio voice, good projection, and he pronounced every single name correctly. And then it was done.....
It truly was a magnificent flying tackle (no pix of the actual tackle) that was followed by an animated shoving match that looked to me like it might go to blows. For a few seconds I was fearful that The Boy would be kicked out of high school before it even began.