Today marks the first day of semester finals for my kids. Needless to say, there’s been a LOT of cramming and studying going around in this house this past week. Everything from Biology, Earth Science, Global Studies, CISCO, VBasic, US History and Algebra.
It’s kind of a cool re-education process for me – especially the Algebra. Ugh! I can’t even begin to tell you how MUCH I hated that class when I was in high school.
My Algebra teacher’s name was Ms. Libby. She also happened to be the coach for our PomPom/Dance team (yes, which I was a part of. Stop laughing.) I wasn’t doing so well in her Algebra class – and she pulled me aside and told me that if I got a D or less in her class, she’d pull me from the team.
My ponytail drooped immediately at the thought of being tossed off the team.
The weekend before finals – my mother sat me down at the kitchen table with my 4.0 straight-A older sister (bitch) and we studied Algebra until I was blue in the face. Friday afternoon through Sunday evening – straight through. Sometime around late Sunday evening, the lightbulb FINALLY went off in my head and I GOT IT! I was so excited! I didn’t want to sleep that night because I was afraid I would forget it all in my sleep and fail the final exam in the morning.
But – I got to school. I sat for the exam and got a 99%. The highest grade in the class, no less.
Ms. Libby then proceeded to call my mother to tell her I cheated. To which my mother responded, “Oh yea? My oldest daughter is still in a coma after spending the weekend drilling Algebra into Lisa’s head and the two of them probably won’t speak to each other ever again for the rest of their lives – – you want to tell me that again?”
My ponytail and PomPoms were saved! I passed the class by the absolute skin of my teeth!
Ask me what I remember of Algebra today? Zip.
Ask me what concept it was that finally dawned on me that Sunday night? Couldn’t tell ya.
Ask me how many times I had to study my kids Algebra book just so I could figure out what the hell it was that they were asking me help on? Too many to count!
I woke up early today. Fed them a good breakfast. Encouraged the shit outta them. And now I sit here with my fingers crossed hoping for the best. They know their stuff. Chris and I quizzed and tested them all weekend long . . so they should be ok.
God. High School. Good memories? Or would ya just rather forget?