No Child Left Behind? A letter arrives from the school district, forcing HapaMama to do some soul-searching about what’s right for her child.
My son is a classic case of Jekyll and Hyde: the kid who is on best behavior at school… and just an ordinary, onery, ansty boy at home. Some parents would just breathe a sigh of relief here, and be happy that their kid doesn’t get in trouble in class. But no, not me.
My son has really gotten carried away with St. Patrick’s Day, a holiday I never really celebrated as a kid. What I remember most was the fear of getting pinched for not wearing green. Or the fear being harassed for wearing green while not Irish. Could this be a sign of his innate Irishness?
I’m not really a fan of the highly academic, grades-are-everything method of education. But having been raised by parents who come from a Confucian culture where education is revered above almost everything, and studying is the closest we came to competitive sports, it’s hard to escape the attention to education that has been ingrained in me since I was… well, Big Brother’s age.