We had March Gladness week at school. Part of that meant the students cheered for the teachers as they came to work. So, our objective was to get to school as early as possible every day. Avoid, avoid, avoid!
Mid-week, the kids were tasked to dress up like a New Covenant Professional. Caroline's class chose their Latin/Bible teacher. She had his look down. He recognized himself in her attire.
Josiah's class dressed like their Humanities teacher. One mom bought the whole class beards, which completed the look. Josiah brought a mason jar to drink from all day as well. Henry dressed as the same teacher as Josiah, but "on a dress down day," which was a roundabout way for Henry to wear jeans and his House t-shirt.
On Friday, the PTO gave all the teachers basketballs - March Gladness/Madness. That was a welcome gift for our household.
Josiah was in Columbia all day Friday. He competed in the SCACS art competition. He submitted his autumn tree under Mixed Media. He also combed his hair because, "they'll never see me again." He texted a few times throughout the day and said he hadn't won anything. Then when I heard from him after the award ceremony was over, he had won third place. Not shabby for a first time entry.
The driver training continues. Henry's classmate, who got her permit 2 days after Henry, already has 5 hours under her belt. Henry had 3 at the start of the week. I told him it was not a competition. His reply? Yes, it is. So now we're driving in 30 minute stints. I've noticed as we drive the two lane country roads, which are absolutely everywhere here, especially as we're avoiding one main road, I push my arm against the passenger door in hopes that he'll move just a little further from the ditch which is always on our right shoulder. My right bicep is getting built. I also lean my whole torso towards the center of the car as if that will guide it more towards the center. He's doing well, though. Sometimes he doesn't like all the directions I give him, but then I remind him that he has 4 hours of driving experience and I have 30 years. I'm going to talk as much as I feel necessary.
On Friday evening, Henry drove the backroads to our school. When he got in the parking lot, he tried to park, which he hasn't practiced since his first two days of driving. He parked like those annoying sports cars who make sure no one hits their car.
On Saturday morning, Henry and I drove the main roads. It was early enough that there was not a lot of traffic. He only got honked at once, which was more a factor of an impatient driver than Henry. Later that morning, we were going to go to Krispy Kreme. Henry wanted to drive. His siblings were not too crazy about it and comments were said in the car. When we got to the parking lot, Henry wanted to find a spot where he could make it in the lines and it wouldn't be near any other cars. We needed to get our steps in before eating those sugar bombs anyway. When we made it home, Josiah & Caroline told him it was better than last time, which in sibling-speak is a big complement.
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