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or maybe the question should be, why? AHHHHHHHHHH! I just have to get this out because it's driving me crazy, and maybe after ranting, I can let it go.
DD15 is in Sophomore Honors English, and they have just completed a short unit on Ernest Hemingway. They read, A Farewell to Arms, and turned in the last of their essays on the book today. On Monday, (two days ago), the teacher decides to have a Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest on Wednesday, (today). Daughter comes home from school on Monday:
DD: "I have to look like Ernest Hemingway for English class on Wednesday."
ME: "Um, okay. Why?"
DD: "Mrs. ---- thought it would be fun."
ME: "Okay, how are you going to look like Ernest Hemingway? Are you supposed to make a beard or what? (I was thinking a bottle of rum or something might add to the likeness, but didn't say so) Is this for a grade? Does someone win a prize or something?"
DD: "She didn't say, but I don't think I HAVE to dress up."
ME: "So, it's optional?"
DD: "Yeah, I think so."
Okay, I don't worry about it, (see the worry thread on here, I DO worry about everything), and put it out of my mind. Switch to yesterday. I pick up daughter from school.
DD: "Can we go to Walmart after dance tonight?"
ME: "Why, what do you need?"
DD: "I need to find something to wear for the Hemingway contest tomorrow."
ME: "WHAT? You said it was optional!"
DD: "Well, I guess we HAVE to dress up."
ME: "I don't get it. What is the point in having everyone dress up like Ernest Hemingway!?! Nobody in that classroom looks even remotely like Ernest Hemingway! What exactly does she expect from you kids!?! (I'm on a roll now) How does this add to your educational learning? This is her idea of FUN!?!"
DD: "It's kind of your fault, mom."
ME: "WHAT? How is it MY fault!?!"
DD: "Well, remember when I told Mrs. ---- that we went to Key West a few years ago and we toured Ernest Hemingway's house, and she thought that was the neatest thing in the world, and she asked me if I had photos, and if I did, could I bring them to class?"
ME: "Yes..."
DD: "Well, you gave me some photos of Hemingway's house and a few that were taken at that Sloppy Joe's place where they have that Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest every year, and she could see the wall that was covered with pictures of all the winners. I guess she thought wow, there's a fun idea."
ME: "Yeah, but those were all MEN and they really did look like Hemingway."
DD: "Well, she thinks it's a brilliant idea and now we all have to dress up tomorrow."
After further discussion, daughter says that the teacher changed it and said the girls could dress up as a different character from the book, A Farewell to Arms. So, now it's no longer an Ernest Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest!?! The only other female character in the book is a WWI British nurse. Between homework and dance classes, we have about an hour to stop at Walmart and find something to make daughter into a WWI British nurse. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Later last night after dance classes and on our way to Walmart-
ME: "What did WWI British nurses wear and, more importantly, what is Walmart going to have that we can use?"
DD: "I think some kind of a cape, but I'm just going to get a white bouse and put a red cross symbol on it."
ME: "I don't think that's what they wore."
DD: "It doesn't really matter. It's not for a grade or anything."
ME: (yes, I forgot, it's supposed to be FUN) "Let's just get in, get something that'll work and get out. It's late and you still have other homework to do tonight."
In Walmart, we find a white blouse, but daughter doesn't want it because it's too big.
ME: "Why does it matter? It's not for a grade and you only have to wear it for one class."
DD: "But people are going to see me wearing it! It has to fit!"
We buy the blouse and a roll of red duct tape and head home.
This morning, daughter fashions a nifty little red cross out of the duct tape and sets it beside her cereal bowl. She goes upstairs, gets dressed for school, packs her backpack, and we're out the door. I come home after dropping her off at school. I take off my coat and toss my keys on the counter, right next to the nifty little duct taped red cross. Yep, she went to school and forgot to put the cross on her blouse.
After all that worrying and stressing out over this entire Hemingway Contest thing, I wasn't about to just leave the cross on the counter. I took it, along with the roll of red duct tape, to the school. Hopefully, the secretary got it to my daughter before English class. I'm anxious to hear how the whole Hemingway thing goes today.
And let me just say- The teacher and I have a whole different concept of what "fun" is.
DD15 is in Sophomore Honors English, and they have just completed a short unit on Ernest Hemingway. They read, A Farewell to Arms, and turned in the last of their essays on the book today. On Monday, (two days ago), the teacher decides to have a Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest on Wednesday, (today). Daughter comes home from school on Monday:
DD: "I have to look like Ernest Hemingway for English class on Wednesday."
ME: "Um, okay. Why?"
DD: "Mrs. ---- thought it would be fun."
ME: "Okay, how are you going to look like Ernest Hemingway? Are you supposed to make a beard or what? (I was thinking a bottle of rum or something might add to the likeness, but didn't say so) Is this for a grade? Does someone win a prize or something?"
DD: "She didn't say, but I don't think I HAVE to dress up."
ME: "So, it's optional?"
DD: "Yeah, I think so."
Okay, I don't worry about it, (see the worry thread on here, I DO worry about everything), and put it out of my mind. Switch to yesterday. I pick up daughter from school.
DD: "Can we go to Walmart after dance tonight?"
ME: "Why, what do you need?"
DD: "I need to find something to wear for the Hemingway contest tomorrow."
ME: "WHAT? You said it was optional!"
DD: "Well, I guess we HAVE to dress up."
ME: "I don't get it. What is the point in having everyone dress up like Ernest Hemingway!?! Nobody in that classroom looks even remotely like Ernest Hemingway! What exactly does she expect from you kids!?! (I'm on a roll now) How does this add to your educational learning? This is her idea of FUN!?!"
DD: "It's kind of your fault, mom."
ME: "WHAT? How is it MY fault!?!"
DD: "Well, remember when I told Mrs. ---- that we went to Key West a few years ago and we toured Ernest Hemingway's house, and she thought that was the neatest thing in the world, and she asked me if I had photos, and if I did, could I bring them to class?"
ME: "Yes..."
DD: "Well, you gave me some photos of Hemingway's house and a few that were taken at that Sloppy Joe's place where they have that Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest every year, and she could see the wall that was covered with pictures of all the winners. I guess she thought wow, there's a fun idea."
ME: "Yeah, but those were all MEN and they really did look like Hemingway."
DD: "Well, she thinks it's a brilliant idea and now we all have to dress up tomorrow."
After further discussion, daughter says that the teacher changed it and said the girls could dress up as a different character from the book, A Farewell to Arms. So, now it's no longer an Ernest Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest!?! The only other female character in the book is a WWI British nurse. Between homework and dance classes, we have about an hour to stop at Walmart and find something to make daughter into a WWI British nurse. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Later last night after dance classes and on our way to Walmart-
ME: "What did WWI British nurses wear and, more importantly, what is Walmart going to have that we can use?"
DD: "I think some kind of a cape, but I'm just going to get a white bouse and put a red cross symbol on it."
ME: "I don't think that's what they wore."
DD: "It doesn't really matter. It's not for a grade or anything."
ME: (yes, I forgot, it's supposed to be FUN) "Let's just get in, get something that'll work and get out. It's late and you still have other homework to do tonight."
In Walmart, we find a white blouse, but daughter doesn't want it because it's too big.
ME: "Why does it matter? It's not for a grade and you only have to wear it for one class."
DD: "But people are going to see me wearing it! It has to fit!"
We buy the blouse and a roll of red duct tape and head home.
This morning, daughter fashions a nifty little red cross out of the duct tape and sets it beside her cereal bowl. She goes upstairs, gets dressed for school, packs her backpack, and we're out the door. I come home after dropping her off at school. I take off my coat and toss my keys on the counter, right next to the nifty little duct taped red cross. Yep, she went to school and forgot to put the cross on her blouse.

After all that worrying and stressing out over this entire Hemingway Contest thing, I wasn't about to just leave the cross on the counter. I took it, along with the roll of red duct tape, to the school. Hopefully, the secretary got it to my daughter before English class. I'm anxious to hear how the whole Hemingway thing goes today.
And let me just say- The teacher and I have a whole different concept of what "fun" is.
