Yesterday I returned to school. The 9th grade specifically. I sat in my son's classes except for PE which is the only class he is passing...that and art and even art with a C because he isn't doing well on the tests and written work. Was he humiliated? Yeap! Hopefully enough to stop this crazy yo-yoing (hey, is that a pun for a quilt?)! I will be doing this at least once a week. You should have seen him walking very fast ahead of me...said he didn't want to be seen as a "mama's boy"...Well I told him to get his act together and I'd stop coming to class. If this doesn't do it, then I'm going to volunteer as a teacher's aid a couple of days a week. I really don't want to do that but if I must, I will. You see he isn't a behavior problem one bit. Actually he is very quiet (accept for at home) and a constant daydreamer. Teachers and mentors who have worked with him all say when he has his feet and mind on earth he is rather "profound and intuitive". All this is wonderful and it "keeps hope alive" but it will not graduate him from high school. He has recently made the basketball team (barely) but I'm hoping he makes the connection between being able to play in games and his grades. He is discovering that being on the team is no different from the amount of time and committment and team playing and communication that being in the Boy's Choir undertook. He is one that seems to have to "go there to know where" A hard head will make a soft behind, eh?!
Here are the first 2 completed pages in my altered book. The significance of this is I kept drawing and didn't abandon the page or opt to cover it over. Now I wonder where these faces have come from...she looks mean and he looks like he is up to something. No resemblance to the real us though, at least not physically (wink).