So, in an effort to encourage my son to do better in school, I told him if he did good, and I quit getting calls from teachers, I would take him to the circus.
It didn't work.
Yesterday I talked to his teacher for twenty minutes on ways to get him to work. After he's given directions, my son will sit there like a bump on a log, or talk with his friends, or play. The result is the same- he doesn't get his work done. I admire his teacher for all the extra work she's done this year with him, and I agreed yesterday that she needed to stop being so helpful. No more 5 or 10 repeat warnings to get stuff done, no more giving him extra time. She and his reading teacher decided they were not helping him grade-wise. 3rd grade is so much harder than 2nd, and their giving him extra time and stuff was not preparing him for the responsibility the next grade requires.
I agreed with everything she told me. Hubby and I had actually talked about the same things this weekend.
She told me not to be surprised when he started bringing home incompletes and 0's.
As hard as it was to do, I told him he was not going to the circus- he was going to the neighbor's house and I was going to only take his sister. You should have seen the waterworks that created. But I stood firm, even though I felt terrible. He begged and pleaded, but I sent him down the hill.
My daughter LOVES school. She's a little social butterfly. She loves being the helper of the day, and actually came home crying at the beginning of the year because the teacher had not sent home homework. Two children could not be more different. And in her class, she gets good sticks instead of bad. (Sticks are a measurement system they implemented for discipline.)
She knew the circus was coming to town, and has been extra special good so that she could go.
The circus itself is just a dinky little thing, family owned. But they did impress me with a couple of acts. The first lady that came out actually spun in the air BY HER HAIR. If you look really close at the picture, she has her hair wound up in a special bun with a metal hook at the top. That's what they spun her by. I remember being picked up by my hair as a child, and I can't imagine ever wanting to do that again, and certainly not as an adult. They had balancing acts, and a clown act with two little boys that was adorable. They had a dog trick show, and a juggler that kept dropping his burning sticks on the plastic, but otherwise it was cute. In between their acts they hawked flashing toys and junkfood. The final act was a boxing kangaroo, and it was good he was last because he stunk up the whole armory. Overall, though, it was worth the $10.
My son seemed put out when we picked him up, so maybe he understood a little bit what I was trying to express to him by leaving him home. I guess we'll see huh?
Have a good day everybody. It's supposed to be almost 80 here today, so I'm going to till up my garden.