February 21, 2012

When I was a Kid...

... It wasn't so hard to be one.

T is a freshman. This weekend has been spent memorizing Romeo's little speech. Why did I think it started with "Hark!"? Evidently it doesn't. So as my son comes to me, book in hand, to check his recitation, I always start with "Hark!" and he shakes his head and say, 'But soft!'

Some little girl is currently at home learning Juliette's schpiel.

Tomorrow, she will sit on a ladder, T will stand below, and they will pair off reciting from memory this favorite scene.

Said I to T, "So, are you going to get all Drama and act like you're in love?" to which he replied, "Yup. I get extra credit..."

There is so much to make one laugh when thinking of this. First, Mr. T is the antithesis of drama. He is the King of Downplay. Second, Mr. T does not have the sound of a great orator. His voice is very flat; there is literally no intonation. And it's deep. So it's deep and flat. And third, he kid is in the gangly stage. Fortunately he's not self conscious.

So I'm picturing him at the base of this ladder reciting this and trying to be all drama and I think it's really dang funny.

Meanwhile, in Biology, he has been working on his Chimera Project. He was giving a strand of DNA and from there he creates his RNA, something about mRNA and tRNA and then something about amino acids and then looking them up on this Amino Acid Trait chart to determin the traits of his animal.

This weekend was spent building his animal with his teammate. I think is it is going to look like a long fuzzy piece of poop with a long nose and bird legs. Crazy.

This is not his Mother's Biology. Seriously. No wonder I had to hire him a tutor...

Posted by Boudicca at February 21, 2012 09:13 PM
Comments

Falcor! He's making Falcor! LOL

Posted by: Rave at February 21, 2012 09:48 PM