I should have put up a sign. Sorry, grading.
Last week was midterms. I actually said to my kids, “Sorry. All laundry services have been suspended until midterms are graded.”
But all midterms were graded. I magnanimously graded late work. All grades were in on time.
Instead of collapsing into a nap/read/gorge-on-salads-and-fruits to regain my strength and sanity, I had to study for a test. A test that I need to be an official teacher, not a temporary-we’ll-see-if-you’ll-make-it teacher. And I misjudged my expiration date. Because I left time to retake the test if need be. Nope. It’s a one shot. From the free throw line. No pressure.
But I’ve done my share of free-throws. And I know how to study. 15 minute increments with 5 minute break. A little every day. Don’t stress. Except the two weeks of intense grading consuming my every waking minute. So I was a little nervous.
During the afternoon, on our first official day off, I sat down to study since no one wanted to go to the movies with me. Thanks, boys.
Me: Tornado E! Here take this. Help me study!
I got a teenage look of boredom and are-you-kidding-me.
Tornado A: I’ll help, Mama!
He grabbed the answers for the study guide.
Me: I’m going to take this test and tell you the answers, and you’re going to tell me if I got it right.
Tornado A: Ok, Mama!
I started to read the long, intricate problem.
Tornado A: You can do it, Mama! This one’s easy!
I glanced up before returning to the problem I was reading.
Tornado A: Yea, Mama! That’s right! Now what’s number 2?
Me: Hold on. I have to read it.
I started reading the problem.
Tornado A: This one is easy, Mama!
I kept reading.
Tornado A: It’s an easy one, Mama!
Tornado A: Good one, Mama! Now 3! It’s easy too!
Me: Baby, you only have the letter answers. I’ve the test.
Tornado A: I know, Mama! But this one is easy!
And so it continued through out the practice test. Except when I got it wrong. Then Tornado A would console me and encourage me to do it again.
He makes a heck of a cheerleader.
Oh, and I did pass my test.