February 08, 2009

When Mom Acts like a Concrete Shoe

My second son has a science experiment going on in school.

They are studying... mealworms.

Now, as I said, this is my second son, which means... we've been through the mealworm experiment with my first son.

There is a difference in these two boys.

My eldest is the absent minded professor, huge underachiever that could not give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. He consistently tests in the 99% of all national testing for his age, took the SATs in 7th grade and scored very very well, and in the testing for private Catholic high school his composite was well above the 90% while most of his individual scores were in the... 98%.

Yet he pulls Bs and Cs in school.

Meanwhile, my second son, is an overachieving type, relentlessly persuing, not just the A, but the HIGHEST A and is extraordinarily organized. His test scores don't match his grades as he's not a good test taker, but he behaves in class, participates, studies, and works his butt off.

Funny side note, one of his buddies who I will call Matt, was lamenting how he is constantly being expected to perform like his straight A over achieving brother, who is now attending one of the elite public high schools... still making As, and with perfect behavior to boot.

Matt marches to the beat of his own drummer and is much like my eldest... the brain is there, but he's not going to make an A, for various reasons, and nor... does he care.

Mr. T said, "Yeah, I don't have that problem of teachers expecting anything from me. Anything *I* do is great. Anything *I* do exceeds all expectations. I'm golden in comparison..." and he laughed.

Ringo heard this, frowned at him and laughed and said, "Hey, thats not nice..."

Back to mealworms.

Evidently, two years ago when it was Ringo's mealworm gig, he shoved his mealworms in the locker and forgot about them for two weeks. They molded.

Evidently, it was such a problem, all the kids had to leave the room while he donned, goggles, masks and gloves to clean out his mealworm container.

Evidently, the teacher remembers ALL her frustrations with Ringo and his mealworm experiment and has made a humorous point to Mr. T, that he should not walk in his brother's footsteps in this case.

(Ringo's science teacher really likes him... go figure.)

This has become a big family joke.

And so now we have mealworms and Mr. OverAchieving Second Son, is bound and determined that the mealworms will not only flourish under his care, but he will prove to the world that he is King of the Mealworms.

Except all his died last week.

When the back rec room got too cold.

Because someone refused to turn on the heat.

And they sat in a 56 deg room next to a 34 deg window.

The following conversation ensued... to the best of my recollection:

Mr. T: Mom, ALL my mealworms died.

Me: *blink*

Mr. T: I'm not kidding.

Me: Why? Maybe they were defective.

Mr. T: No, Mom, they got too cold and died.

Me: Maybe they're hibernating. Are you sure they're dead?

Ringo, laughing hysterically: OH yeah, they're dead. They're all gooey and rolled up in little balls.

Mr. T: Dead. Every one of them...

Me: You get an F if you kill them!

Mr. T: No, she'll make an exception. Its not like Ringo when he didn't clean the jar and they luckily lived. I am doing everything I'm supposed to do and they died... because you didn't turn on the heat. They got too cold.

Me: Oh.

Mr. T: I'm taking them in tomorrow and saying, "Mrs. E, my mealworms died because my Mom REFUSED to turn on the heat and the room they were in got down to 56 degrees." I know she'll understand...

Great. Now all the teachers will know about my Bad Mom issues... heh.

Posted by Boudicca at February 8, 2009 08:38 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I wonder if you'll get detention.

(and please don't take this wrong, but I'm laughing my ass off!)

Posted by: Tammi at February 8, 2009 10:13 PM

.... no matter what your wonderful children say, it is all YOUR fault..... bwhahahah........ Meal Worm Killer!........

Posted by: Eric at February 8, 2009 10:18 PM

I so suck.

And let me tell you, I am so frickin' SICK of squids. I am the frickin' resident EXPERT on squids and all their parts and what they do.

And... I have another child to go through with this. Mealworms, squids... its worse than frickin' Johnny Appleseed. Oh how I long for the days of having to do projects on Johnny Appleseed.

Whoda thunk I'd say that?

Posted by: Bou at February 8, 2009 10:26 PM

"Bou ... feel the dark side of the power."

Posted by: Bob at February 8, 2009 11:39 PM

Just be glad they're mealworms and not blue-tongued skinks.

Posted by: PeggyU at February 9, 2009 04:10 AM

5000 mealworms on the kitchen floor... brings back memories it does. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at February 9, 2009 05:50 AM

I can relate to Ringo. I had to follow in the footsteps of my smarter and overachieving older sister. She got straight A's in every subject and H's (Higher than A's) in her honors classes. Had it been available back then, I would have probably been put on Ritalin (sp). Around 9th grade my father told me he would be happy if I did well in Math (For logical thinking.) and English (For writing and speaking ability. He deplored the fact that ESL speakers used better grammar than native born Americans.). So I wound up making A's in Math and A's and B's in English. Doing well in History was a bonus.

Posted by: Denny at February 9, 2009 01:35 PM