...or am I overtired and somewhat overinvested in the mathematical attainments of seven year olds?
I tell you, there is no feeling even close to the relief you feel when a child starts with the units, smoothly carries a ten over onto the tens side and then adds the tens correctly.
Likewise, there is nothing like the soul-rending despair you feel when a child puts the ten onto the tens side BEFORE EVEN ADDING THE UNITS. It's like a physical pain. Still progress is being made...slowly. The kicking and screaming has died down, and I don't cry as much in class, anymore :)
Also, threeish weeks before the First Communion.
My coping mechanism has been a full fledged spinning into fannishness via The Monkees. Oh my GOD, I cannot begin to tell you how much I LOVE and ADORE this show. Okay, I could, but poor pheobep
has already had to bear the brunt of my enthusiasm.
I feel a bit ghoulish, because my original interest was sparked by Davy Jones' passing, but I ordered the DVDs and ohmygosh, THIS SHOW HAS EVERYTHING!! Cute, funny lead characters - zany situations - kidnappings - INSANE ROMPS SET TO MUSIC! - writers who think the answer to everything is 'dress the boys up in goofy, adorable costumes' (THEY ARE NOT WRONG!).
HENCE - a meme! Snurched from rose_of_pollux
, but cut to spare non-Monkee fans and the disinterested :)( Monkee Meme part 1Collapse )