Z decided to take biology in summer school. Since science doesn’t seem to be his thing, he thought making it his sole focus this summer was smart. The problem is, Z HATES going to summer school. The whole idea of getting up early and reading and writing is wearing on him.
Z: Mom, I told TJ I was taking biology in summer school so I can take journalism during the year, and he looked at me like I was crazy. He said I should take CPR instead for an easy "A."
Or this one about worksheets:
Z: I like the worksheet teaching method.
K: Death by worksheet.
Z: Yeah. I like it. Just give me a worksheet, one after the other, and I'll do it. It's easy.
K: Are you learning anything?
Z: I think so, but the worksheet method wouldn't work in math. I'd get buried. The teacher lectures from about 9 slides and then she gives a worksheet. I was zipping through them today. (K looks incredulous.)
Seriously, Mom. I returned from break 5 minutes early to complete a sheet and to get ready for the others.
K: During break what do you talk to *Keith about? Science? Catholic High?
Z: No, we talk about how much we don't want to be [in summer school]. Every day one kid asks if he can have his money back.
This summer I think Z and I have both learned a lesson about how hard work really is.
*Keith is a pseudonym.