Conference on Cameron
Yesterday I had a conference with Cameron's teacher. I was almost late because the boy forgot to get off at his bus stop...which is directly in front of our house! So I literally was chasing down the bus with my car. Apparently he was talking to a friend who gets off at another stop, so he just forgot about his own stop. Totally does NOT surprise me!
Nor did this surprise his teacher, as we both laughed at his absent mindedness. She said he's super smart, works really hard, but can be somewhat of an airhead sometimes. To which I responded that he gets that from me. She said he'll come over for reading group sometimes with nothing..no book, no supplies, nothing. Then she'll just sorta ask him if he forgot something, and then he remembers that he actually might need a book for reading group. She said that he's very well-liked, a real sweet heart and very polite. She also said that he's the best writer in the class. Now seeing that I'm a writing teacher, I beamed at that bit of information. I guess all that journaling I forced him to do this summer actually paid off.
Overall the conference was a success. Although I'd still like to see more advanced work being done for the kids who can handle it, I am pleased that his teacher seems to be organized and I certainly see much progress in Cameron's reading this year. She also told me that he has journaled about me having cancer. It will be interesting to see what he writes when I lose my hair. I bet he'll have a blast drawing a picture to go with his text.
Chemo Update: Still feeling rather nauseous and tired throughout the day, with a slightly elevated temperature....just high enough to make you not want to do anything, but not high enough to make you want to sit in the house all day either. Hopefully this will have worn off by tomorrow. When people ask me how it feels, I tell them it feels like your first trimester of pregnancy. You just feel like crap. But I am fortunate, because of the advancement in medicine, I'm not barfing my guts out like you used to see in movies or read about in books when a character had chemo. I just keep reminding myself that.
Labels: Cameron, cancer, chemo, grad school
posted by Undomestic @ 5:15 PM
5 Comments:
FIRSTIES! It is always nice to receive a good report from the teacher. I always get, "She really likes to talk." Please tell me something I don't know.
I am sorry the chemo is making you sick, glad that it isn't making you super duper sick. :)
We had our first parent-teacher conference this morning. We were even given a reminder about the cookie drive when we were in the waiting area outside the classroom. I find it awfully hard not to laugh at these things when he is only 17 months old! Glad to hear that Cam had a wonderful report- not surprised at all as he is such a sweet smartie.
Hang in there,
L
Cam I am are definitely related. You remember the "The Little Read Stick" story HA! My father tells me that I have an IQ of 900 but am an airhead all the time. Just more proof that we really are all related!
Glad that you are up and about and the Chemo has not totally knocked you out like you mentioned it use to do. Hugs and Kisses to all.!
I was just reading my K thru G3 report cards (my parents kept them and I found them in an unmarked box when we moved). I was an airhead and messy at the time - which my parents, in their comments, indicated that I need to be more challenged.
The english school system didn't resolve the issue - so my parents sent me to French school (i.e. all french, no english). One way to slow up a talkative lazy kid - put them in a class where they don't understand one word. It worked, I learned how to speak french.
But ... my writing is still pretty darn messy!
Hope you feel better soon.
I will not let you claim all of the responsibility for Cameron's absentmindedness. FORGIVE ME MELVIN ! Did I ever tell you about the time I sent Your husband to the store for 3 items ? I said get bread, kool-aid, and sugar. After many attempts of him returning with any three things except what I requested, like onions, cigarettes(that's when kids could buy them),and salt, to toilet tissue, soap, and dish detergent, I gave up. I was going to send him back to the store, where by the way, I was well known and they were familiar with who my kids were,my Mom, who was visiting,was fed up, she demanded that I write a note, and finally he returned with the requested items. I asked him about his choices and his response was that he kept trying to think of the things that we often needed, so you see there is a method to this madness. Leave my grandson alone, he has a lot on his mind, that we may not fully be aware of,like where he can hide his toys so that Max and Ella can't find them, etc...(smile). There is a brilliant mind at work behind "his" distractions. I know that I am not telling you anything new, I just wanted to say it. I love you. Be encouraged. Prayer changes things. Peace, Ma
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