August 30, 2012

Meet, Greet and Drop

I attended my oldest boys' "Meet the Teacher" tonight. I went from class to class, combining their schedules since my husband couldn't attend due to work.

My eldest boy is carrying almost all AP classes with all men. It's been interesting, not having one female teacher. I like them. A lot.

I loved his English teacher. A grizzly older man who knows his poetry, his literature and his stuff, the class is going to be a crap ton of work, but my son is going to learn a lot, whether he passes the AP test or not. (He got a 4 on the first year.)

His AP Stats class appears it's going to be an enormous amount of work, mainly because his teacher has NEVER taught it and is doing the lessons as he teaches the class, studying but weeks ahead of the students. The guy is brilliant (I know of him from a previous life... took me awhile to piece it together), but how he conveys the information is another.

Concerned enough was I, this teacher also teaches my son's Honors Physics class, that I texted my son as I left and said, "You're dropping Physics..."

And it's not that I don't think he can handle all the AP classes and Honors Physics, but in every single AP class I sat in, it was a lot of higher level work and when I realized he may have to teach himself Physics, I thought, 'Why?'

Every teacher was very honest that pulling all nighters or writing a paper the night before wasn't going to cut it. My son gets that.

But I just kept thinking, he has so much going on this year, between his Eagle Scout project, college Apps, grades being so important this semester, and everything else, that it was just too much.

I told him to drop it and to take it at the Junior College. I think it has the potential to be his favorite science class ever, but looking at what he's got going on this year, I don't think he's going to enjoy it. And I don't think the teacher can convey the information on his level like he deserves.

So he's taking Marine Science instead and I think he feels relieved.

The thing is... this is the first year I have loved every one of their teachers. This has never happened before. Usually they have one that I roll my eyes.

But not this year. So I'm hopeful... and college apps start going out this weekend. This time next year... I'll have two sons at home.

That is going to be very weird.

Posted by Boudicca at August 30, 2012 09:22 PM
Comments

I feel old.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at August 30, 2012 09:29 PM

I felt old last night when I realized Paul Ryan is younger than I am.

Posted by: Bou at August 30, 2012 09:36 PM

I feel old when I realize how old y'all are.

Posted by: Angus of Jura at August 30, 2012 10:37 PM

Well... Clint Eastwood is older than you, Dad. There is that... ;-)

Posted by: Bou at August 30, 2012 10:45 PM

Egads... From saying "Bird" to college. And I just got a great sitter for my kids and he is leaving. ARGHHHHHHHHHH. Nope. Nope. He can't go. ;-)

Posted by: vwbug at August 31, 2012 04:54 AM

On teaching, I read this last night and thought of you. You may have seen it before, but it was new to me.
___________________

What do teachers make?

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.
He argued, 'What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?'
To emphasize his point he said to another guest; 'You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?'

...Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, 'You want to know what I make?

(She paused for a second, then began...)

Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents
can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.

You want to know what I make?' (She paused again and looked at each
and every person at the table.)

I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them to write and then I make them write.

Keyboarding isn't everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God-given
brain, not the man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to
know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say
the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we
live in the United States of America .

I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given,
work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.'

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

'Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing
money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no
attention because they are ignorant... You want to know what I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?'

His jaw dropped, he went silent.

Posted by: Shaz at August 31, 2012 05:40 AM

... I cannot imagine taking so many advanced classes at that age...... good grief!.....

Posted by: Eric at August 31, 2012 08:15 AM

That sounds like a lot of work. I'm glad I don't have to go through it.

Posted by: E.D.B. at August 31, 2012 08:25 AM

Good for you for realizing that the physics class was not going to cut it. There is plenty of time for him to catch up on it in college. I'm happy for him and for you that you were able to catch it quickly and make the change! That's excellent. He'll have to work hard but it won't be quite so rough if he doesn't have to teach himself an entire science class. Hah.

Posted by: Teresa at August 31, 2012 07:48 PM

Just dropped R off at college... pure torture to get on the plane and come home without him. Dinner table was very different tonight looking at his empty chair. Its so exciting for him, sad for us left behind. Good luck with applications! Senior year is a fun and exciting year!

Posted by: jd at September 3, 2012 08:17 PM

Whew... My first thought from the title was that you had a teacher that didn't meet your standards doing push ups...

Posted by: Pogue at September 4, 2012 07:05 AM