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Thursday, February 10, 2011

College isn't the place to go for ideas ~ Helen Keller

We live with the many faces of Star, performer extraordinaire. It requires a certain sang froi, a j'ne ces't quoi, an equilibrium of soul unfazed by the drama Star can incite in a teacup in a matter of moments. Yasi has nothing on Star.

Given the right incentive, a little hand~holding at the judicious moment, & a spoonful of sugar Star is game for pretty much anything except her math.  However it is not stretching things in the least to say not everyone appreciates Star's quirks.  Among those least likely to appreciate Star are those of the teaching fraternity.  Star is the child you do not want in your classroom.  You know, the one who always asks that awkward question; the one who always comes up with an answer that isn't exactly wrong but not the one you're hoping some bright spark will supply; the one who always has an alternative in mind ~ the one who says loudly & clearly math should be banned for eternity.  That one.

I used to tell the teachers I worked with that they should be down on bended knee thanking me for not sending this child into their classrooms.  I still think that.  Star moves to a completely different drummer.  Just yesterday she informed me she was a bigger genius than Mozart; she'd written more symphonies.  Huh?  When did this happen?  Seems they're all still in her head because she lacks the necessary skills to write them down but there is a constant symphony, or big band, or swing ensemble, or rock band playing in her head.  No wonder she never hears anything.  It must be terribly noisy in there!

Now I know this about my Star & her out of control ego & I have my methods, Watson.  As does Alison.  As does anyone who has much to do with this child.  They're called survival skills.  And this is part of the reason I was not happy to suddenly be assigned a new supervisor ~ one whose portfolio read very left brained, very organized, very straight down the line & abide by the rules.  Um, yeah.  Could see both Star & I having major problems with this guy.  Mind you, I'm sure he's a very nice guy.  I just don't want him as our supervisor.

I was not the only one.  One island over is the other homeschooling family who was upset to lose our supervisor & she whinged to even more people than I had & apparently kept quoting me, which is just a little scary, but the end result is we have our old supervisor back! Yay for us! Suddenly I feel much better about this year.  Much, much better. Well, no not the math. Star is still squawking about the math.  If I write to the head of the school do you thing we can get exempted?


Anonymous said...

Girl, you've got clout!

Ganeida said...

Methinks someone was signed into the wrong blog link. lol Waving to a well known friend.

seekingmyLord said...

Count your blessings!

Ganeida said...

Oh, I am, Seeking. I am!

Happy Elf Mom (Christine) said...

LOL Ohh I didn't know Star's ego was as bad as all that. Now I know I am not alone in raising a prodigy. Emperor has several self-important things to say about himself, too! :)

Ganeida said...

HEM:lol At least she can see the funny side of herself. If she took herself seriously I'd be seriously worried. ☺

Jan Lyn said...

I love the photos of your Star. You know, Ganedia, the state I live in does not require us to have supervisors for our hs. Being a retired teacher of sorts myself, I still obsess and keep all sorts of records. I do think *some* accountability is good. It's funny though, as 10 minutes from me is a bridge into PA. If we were there, we'd be supervised constantly.