August 18, 2010

Bones First Week

There has been a lot going on, so I'll limit this post to Bones:

I was worried. I was worried. Why. I was worried because the last two years have absolutely sucked sewage laden pond water for him. I'm not sure where I would begin with all that was wrong.

Mostly, it was my star shaped peg son not belonging in a round peg environment and teachers he had not wanting to deal with anything but round pegs. In the last two years, three of the four teachers couldn't stand him. The one teacher who could work with him, 4th grade, pulled me aside and said, "He doesn't belong here. He's a great kid. He's smart, but this is not a good place for him."

She was right.

It's a great school... just not for him.

But if it didn't work at this new 'art' school with all the zany personalities, then it meant... we'd never make it work. This school is my Hail Mary Pass.

Needless to say, I feel like I have a lot riding on this.


If the first day of school didn't go well, we were in deep doo doo.


Bones was insistent on being a kid who rode the bus and although I was nervous, trying to figure out how it was going to fit with kids flung to the three of four winds this school year, I realized he was right.

Tuesday he bounced off the school bus, my waiting nervously in my car, praying, hoping, it was a good first day.

Into the asexual Mom-mobile he jumped and I said with the perfect Mom smile and sweet Mom Happy Energy, "SO! How... WAS... YOUR FIRST DAY?"

And my fluff headed blue eyed Calvin said, "GREAT! Mom! Mom! Mom! They serve Pina Coladas there for a dollar at lunch!!!"

*blink* (virgin of course...)

I replied, "Wow! Anything else?"

He smiled bigger and said, "Yeah, it was great, but can you believe it? I bought one. One dollar. It was FANTASTIC!"

Some things don't change. It's all about the snacks.

He loves his classes.

He has been insistent that he have a key to the house... "Mom, I'll feel more like an adult if I have a house key." On some mornings we lock his bike up to a tree so he can ride it home after school.

He swears he has a lot of friends. I'm a little concerned because he has SO MANY friends. Bones is trusting... too trusting.

But he's happy.

He did tell my husband last night, 'You know what I miss about my old school? I was so different I stood out. Everyone knew me because of me... now... everyone is like me. Everyone is extroverted and funny. Now... I'm just a grain of sand on a beautiful beach."

I'm still nervous that he's going to blow this. I don't think I'll ever expect the best. I will always hope, but with him... I always expect the phone call along the lines of:

"Mrs. L, come get your son. He just drove a tractor through the school gym..."

Posted by Boudicca at August 18, 2010 05:52 PM

OMG I love it!

"I was so different I stood out."

ROFLMAO. Way way back when my daughter was 5 years old, I put her in a beginner ballet class at the local park district. At the end of the session, they were going to have a show for all the parents. Each level would do a little dance then at the end, everyone would come out on stage and do one big thing (can't remember what) together.

During the rehearsal they did the show in reverse order. Having the final number rehearse first so kids could leave when their individual section was done practicing their dance.

After that big rehearsal of the final number, my daughter came to me in tears. I asked her what was wrong. She said... "there's so many people on stage, no one will see ME!" After I stopped laughing, I told her that was just the last dance - we'd all see her when she did her class dance.

I was never like that - kids who are just crack me up! Go Bones!

Posted by: Teresa at August 19, 2010 10:23 PM

He doesn't have access to a tractor...does he?

Posted by: Jerry in Indiana at August 19, 2010 11:27 PM

Very Glad to hear he's having a good session so far.

Posted by: Sean at August 20, 2010 12:09 AM

Hooray! I am soooo glad he likes it. I see the art school kids waiting for the bus by my house and I can just imagine Bones folding right into that creative mix. Such happy news.

Posted by: Leigh at August 20, 2010 06:38 AM

God bless the square-peg kids, or in your case, the star-shaped ones. Life would be boring without their adventures.

Posted by: diamond dave at August 20, 2010 07:54 AM

I'm just a grain of sand on a beautiful beach."

Then he's one of the grains that make it beautiful.

Posted by: Jean at August 20, 2010 10:36 AM

That "just a grain of sand on a beautiful beach" thing stood out for me as well. Very poetic...all that hanging out with Eric must be rubbing off on him.

Posted by: Erica at August 20, 2010 12:10 PM

Nicely said, Bones!!!

Posted by: PeggyU at August 20, 2010 02:45 PM


Posted by: Mrs. Who at August 20, 2010 05:10 PM

Teresa- I know. It completely cracked me up. I strongly suspect though, even with all those extroverts, he's still going to stand out. Even his voice teacher said something to someone I know, "This kid... he seems special."

Jerry- He does!

Sean- I know! Woot!

Leigh- He just needs to fly under the radar for once in his life. He doesn't know it, but it'll do him good... and he can fly under the radar there... as opposed to elsewhere.

DD- I just had someone say the same thing to me... he was born to make us laugh. ;-)

Jean- We just need that beach to stay beautiful. Good Lord... please don't let it be a tar laden beach by the end of the year. Dang, the kid even loves his MATH teacher. And he SUCKS in math.

Erica- Did you see Eric's latest poem? Bones and Eric are polar right now! Yikes! ;-)

Peggy and Mrs. Who- Life is good. I do keep it in perspective... it is subject to change next week.

Posted by: Bou at August 20, 2010 06:20 PM

hm- this is generalization I know, but at an art school, I would be willing to bet they have a lot of kids who hate, or "suck at" math-so if the administration is wise at all (and it sounds like they are) they probably hired a math teacher who is good at teaching the kids who don't get his/her subject and don't want to either!
here's hoping anyway!

Posted by: S at August 21, 2010 08:11 AM

Well that all sounds just fan-damn-tastic. And the beach comment brought tears to my eyes...

He's special alright; don't let anyone ever convince him that's a bad thing.

Posted by: Kris, in New England at August 21, 2010 08:41 AM

S- I'm kind of banking on that. I've met a few kids that are like him that are now in HS, and they said they completely suck at math. I was thinking with all these right brained artsy kids, there has to be a lot of them that just 'don't get it'. I know that's casting a wide net, but, in my heart, I believe it to be true. So... I figured since this is the top middle school in the county, they must be doing something right for kids like Bones.

To top if off... THREE Of his teachers are MEN! He responds very well to men. I'm very very excited about it... very. Two of his art teachers are men and his math teacher.

And from what I understand, as I asked around about these three men, they are all fantastic teachers, kind of goofy and love kids.

Kris- His #1 skill is the ability to communicate. Forget IQ tests and standard classes... in the end, his ability to speak to people will see him through. That is a gift in itself. I tell people often, "His positive attributes are not measureable on paper..."

Posted by: Bou at August 21, 2010 10:04 AM

doing the happy dance for both Bones and his angst ridden mom :)
i'm telling you, the Bones of this world will save it.

Posted by: patti at August 21, 2010 10:53 AM