In the last two weeks of this school year my eleven year old had an educational field trip, a mini golf field trip, a trip to a water park, an awards ceremony, and a water fun day.
He was literally worn out from the celebration phenomenon. We didn't really want school to invade the month of June and, I know I'm a bit of a curmudgeon, but I don't think my son cared all that much about even more partying.
(conspirators, day 146)
I remember when the Fifth grade first started he would come home frustrated that their day was so over scheduled. He didn't feel like he had a free second to think. Those were his words. Sounds like my idea of a nightmare. In fifth grade I did my work quickly then faked a headache so I could lay in the nurse's office and stare at a wall for the rest of the class. I would just lay there and think without interruption.
I guess these two days of partying were a way to balance out the structure and pressure of the school year. They were definitely a blur of camera charging and rushing about for us. I recall snippets like Presidential Awards, the Perfect Attendance Award (otherwise known as the Typhoid Mary Award,) and then there was the P.E. Award. The coach said, "If your child exhibited one or more of these qualities during the year, they received this award." Then she proceeded to list every adjective that has anything to do with having even a shred of goodness within you. Of course, my son didn't get this one.
Kmart pool that we had to lay flat in to be submerged. We would drag ourselves around the edge on our sides, chasing each other in a circle, to play Shark.
(boys need to be boys, day 152)
Because this little boy needs to while he still can. Yes, please, because I love that little boy.