Pants at the Wall
The child came home from school yesterday with his first demerit. Three of these, and he gets detention. This is Very Serious.
So when I got in, this had to be reported to me. Serious, sad child, quietly, haltingly telling his loving mother the nature of his Terrible Sin.
He threw his pants at the wall after gym. He wanted to see how far he could throw them.
Uh-huh. I see.
Well, were you throwing them AT anybody?
No. But they're the ones with metal loops on them and they could have hurt somebody. (Supposing somebody had been in front of them.) (Which somebody wasn't.)
Well, were you having a little temper tantrum?
No, as a matter of fact, he was pretty cheerful at the time.
Ok. Well, we'll have no more of THAT, young man!
We had to sign the demerit slip, and he had to sign the demerit slip, and I think we were supposed to review the Handbook of Proper Behavior in Your Local Catholic Grade School, but we didn't -- I'm not sure there really is anything in there about not throwing your pants at the wall, anyway. But I just hope he NEVER does anything so dreadful again.
I think if maybe I'd been at his school instead of Robert E. Lee grade school when I was his age, I'd be a much better behaved woman today. Or, again, maybe not.
Knitting content: Hey! I've got some! Making progress on socks! Great! Not anywhere nearly done grading papers and finals! Sorry! Not much knitting till then! Too bad!
I do try to get some in every day, so as to remain a calm and helpful person, ready to deal with all life's daily tragedies, such as students who are having trouble locating the theses of their papers, and small children who naughtily throw their pants at the wall.
Damn! I forgot to tell him he could have put somebody's eye out! SUCH a good opportunity lost.
Ok, really, some knitting content, why not:
I'm so far behind on the Knitting Tarot I'll never catch up; Amber's much better at getting things done than I am, I think.
She has translated Card #V, "The Hierophant," into "The Yarn Shop." Ha! Delightful woman. Of course.
I've got a close but uneasy relationship with The Hierophant -- am a faithful member of several rigidly organized groups but have tendency to chain myself to fences in protest -- and Amber's provided me with an altogether more comfortable interpretation of the card. Community, organization, rules, structure -- now become not just necessary, or even marginally bearable, but absolutely darling. Yes! Think of academia as a yarn shop!
Have to work on that, I think.
But wherever you are -- Catholic School or Yarn Shop -- just don't throw your pants at the wall.
That's a Good Rule for Life.
So when I got in, this had to be reported to me. Serious, sad child, quietly, haltingly telling his loving mother the nature of his Terrible Sin.
He threw his pants at the wall after gym. He wanted to see how far he could throw them.
Uh-huh. I see.
Well, were you throwing them AT anybody?
No. But they're the ones with metal loops on them and they could have hurt somebody. (Supposing somebody had been in front of them.) (Which somebody wasn't.)
Well, were you having a little temper tantrum?
No, as a matter of fact, he was pretty cheerful at the time.
Ok. Well, we'll have no more of THAT, young man!
We had to sign the demerit slip, and he had to sign the demerit slip, and I think we were supposed to review the Handbook of Proper Behavior in Your Local Catholic Grade School, but we didn't -- I'm not sure there really is anything in there about not throwing your pants at the wall, anyway. But I just hope he NEVER does anything so dreadful again.
I think if maybe I'd been at his school instead of Robert E. Lee grade school when I was his age, I'd be a much better behaved woman today. Or, again, maybe not.
Knitting content: Hey! I've got some! Making progress on socks! Great! Not anywhere nearly done grading papers and finals! Sorry! Not much knitting till then! Too bad!
I do try to get some in every day, so as to remain a calm and helpful person, ready to deal with all life's daily tragedies, such as students who are having trouble locating the theses of their papers, and small children who naughtily throw their pants at the wall.
Damn! I forgot to tell him he could have put somebody's eye out! SUCH a good opportunity lost.
Ok, really, some knitting content, why not:
I'm so far behind on the Knitting Tarot I'll never catch up; Amber's much better at getting things done than I am, I think.
She has translated Card #V, "The Hierophant," into "The Yarn Shop." Ha! Delightful woman. Of course.
I've got a close but uneasy relationship with The Hierophant -- am a faithful member of several rigidly organized groups but have tendency to chain myself to fences in protest -- and Amber's provided me with an altogether more comfortable interpretation of the card. Community, organization, rules, structure -- now become not just necessary, or even marginally bearable, but absolutely darling. Yes! Think of academia as a yarn shop!
Have to work on that, I think.
But wherever you are -- Catholic School or Yarn Shop -- just don't throw your pants at the wall.
That's a Good Rule for Life.
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