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June 7, 2004

Switching to Summertime

This is Giselle's last week of school before summer break. Her class is going on a hike up one of the Mt. Elden trails today. And of course I'm tamping down the fears of what if a fire blows up from all the wind, or what about the drought-starved cougars? And then as I sit here on my kushy butt, I think well you know, I could've taken the day off from work and volunteered to go along with them...and there I'd be a half mile down the trail sprawled on a rock with the other glandular kids breathing into a paper bag.

I've worked out 90% of the new route I want to take to work this summer by biking again. I've scouted a storm-drain detour under I-40 to a road that isn't hacked up by 2 years worth of impending construction, and no busy intersection crossings. I just have to figure out a particular off-road section on the north side of the highway. But I bet it will have tons of prairie dogs, and that's something to look forward to.

Last week after picking Giselle up from school I asked her if she had a spelling test that day, and she brought up that, "Oh! I saw Kiris cheating on her test too!"..."She does what now?"..."Yeah, she writes her words on the back of the paper, and then erases them when her test is over so Mrs. Sims won't see them." Then she goes into a list of the other kids that cheat and how they're up to such-n-such page in their spelling books, and that when Gavin got caught, he had to go up and flip his light from green to red (1st-grade motivational thing). I asked her if Mrs. Sims knew about the other kids cheating, and she shrugged and said she didn't think so...they did erase the words before turning the tests in after all. Eheh. Some things never change. She assured me she doesn't cheat, I mean COME ON Dad. And I believe her. She has a really muscular sense of right and wrong, fair and unfair*....which of course has absolutely no effect on her and Harrison bursting out the front door and running screaming down the entire length of the street in their underwear yesterday. Grounded. Three days. Darn funny if only it didn't poke my white-trash-sensitivity nerve so much >:-D

* Not to mention having to test for each set of words 2 or 3 times before she passes to the next set...

Posted by Jeremy at June 7, 2004 11:47 AM