Amy&Dan
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Today was better until I picked up ds at school. To backtrack, I just stayed home, really got a lot done, answered more letters, cards and thank you's for donations in honor of my mom (hate doing those but it has to be done). I am caught up with that again which felt good. I was really swamped but I decided no matter what I was going to the rec center. Which I did, got my one hour in just in time to pick up the kids. I felt great! My pace was the best I have done yet, my feet held out for the most part and I began to feel like "yeah, I can do this".
So I left the rec center, and see ds coming out to the car with his big poster board book report and a very upset look on his face. He worked really hard on this, I though it was really good but I knew all along female dog teacher would give him a bad grade. Yep, she gave him a D. He also is failing one subject (report cards came hom), has D's and C's in everthing else. This from a kid who always gets all A's and B's, the occasional C and has been working his butt off. This is the second bad grade in a row for a book report, just the type of assignment he typically gets a very good grade on. I just hopped out of the car and went into the school, handed the principal the report card and project and told her she needed to talk to the teacher and explain to me what is going on and tell me the reason for these grades. She was leaving to take her daughter to the dentist and said we would talk on Wednesday. If this teacher thinks she can just fail ds by virtue of her desire to get even with dh and I she's got another thing coming. I have to take his report card to the new school, if he flunks a class at this school, the new one will make him repeat that 7th grade class as an 8th grader. Poor ds will become unhinged if that happens. And up to this point, it wasn't even an issue. His grades had really fallen for the first time in all seven grades of his academic life, but they were C's not D's and an F. I never thought I'd see the day. And again, he is working really hard, really trying. I look over his assignments and think they are fine. She just continues to grade him lower and lower.
And after all of this, I went out to dinner, had two drinks, ate two tamales, some chips and salsa and blew my diet. TOM also hit which makes me a prime candiate for more water gain and possibly committing a felony against said teacher. But after that, I told ds: "hey pick a restaurant, your parents are taking you out to dinner cause we think your project was great, lets celebrate"! We had a great time, talked, laughed and just pretty much tried to take our minds off the latest go around with this nut of a teacher.
So I have a meeting with the principal in the morning. After the meeting, I intend to go to WW which given my tamale fest and TOM won't be much fun. But again, its a number. I still haven't given up and I don't intend to. I had two very bad days this week. Worked out four times, drank my water each and every day. I simply have to get a handle on this emotional eating. Between the grief I am feeling regarding my mom and trying to survive this school year, its not easy. But then again, when is life easy? I doubt all the skinny people of the world live stress free lives. They clearly just handle it better than I do. So even though I have made some progress, I still have some holes to be filled in. I need to watch that show I can Make You Skinny, and see if this guy can connect to my brain via the tv set!
Thanks so much for reading, I will get to your journals tomorrow.
So I left the rec center, and see ds coming out to the car with his big poster board book report and a very upset look on his face. He worked really hard on this, I though it was really good but I knew all along female dog teacher would give him a bad grade. Yep, she gave him a D. He also is failing one subject (report cards came hom), has D's and C's in everthing else. This from a kid who always gets all A's and B's, the occasional C and has been working his butt off. This is the second bad grade in a row for a book report, just the type of assignment he typically gets a very good grade on. I just hopped out of the car and went into the school, handed the principal the report card and project and told her she needed to talk to the teacher and explain to me what is going on and tell me the reason for these grades. She was leaving to take her daughter to the dentist and said we would talk on Wednesday. If this teacher thinks she can just fail ds by virtue of her desire to get even with dh and I she's got another thing coming. I have to take his report card to the new school, if he flunks a class at this school, the new one will make him repeat that 7th grade class as an 8th grader. Poor ds will become unhinged if that happens. And up to this point, it wasn't even an issue. His grades had really fallen for the first time in all seven grades of his academic life, but they were C's not D's and an F. I never thought I'd see the day. And again, he is working really hard, really trying. I look over his assignments and think they are fine. She just continues to grade him lower and lower.
And after all of this, I went out to dinner, had two drinks, ate two tamales, some chips and salsa and blew my diet. TOM also hit which makes me a prime candiate for more water gain and possibly committing a felony against said teacher. But after that, I told ds: "hey pick a restaurant, your parents are taking you out to dinner cause we think your project was great, lets celebrate"! We had a great time, talked, laughed and just pretty much tried to take our minds off the latest go around with this nut of a teacher.
So I have a meeting with the principal in the morning. After the meeting, I intend to go to WW which given my tamale fest and TOM won't be much fun. But again, its a number. I still haven't given up and I don't intend to. I had two very bad days this week. Worked out four times, drank my water each and every day. I simply have to get a handle on this emotional eating. Between the grief I am feeling regarding my mom and trying to survive this school year, its not easy. But then again, when is life easy? I doubt all the skinny people of the world live stress free lives. They clearly just handle it better than I do. So even though I have made some progress, I still have some holes to be filled in. I need to watch that show I can Make You Skinny, and see if this guy can connect to my brain via the tv set!
Thanks so much for reading, I will get to your journals tomorrow.