The Evil Spawn has officially announced she doesn’t like going to school.
By officially, I mean she said it in the car when we were traveling back from yet another evening of supervising an athletic contest (as the child of a school administrator… she was born into the family business of sports supervision).
Her statement was short and to the point. "Dad, I don’t want to go to school anymore."
This led to my rebuttal which was a long-winded rambling sometimes incoherent monologue about how hard I work and did she realize there are days when I don’t want to trudge into the office at 7:00 am and work until10:00 at night.
After about 27 minutes of hearing myself talk (she stopped listening pretty early on), I realized there must be more to her story.
She likes her friends. Sports. Reading. Playing on her iPad. Writing. Corndog Thursday. Math and science. Assemblies.
Lots and lots of sleep.
School? Not so much.
But she used to love it.
Turns out after only 5 years of education, she has decided she’s not a big fan of the daily grind of nearly 8 hours a day of sitting in a desk (of course… minus passing periods, homeroom, lunch, study hall, PE, library, computers, and music/art).
This worries me.
It’s weird because she loves to learn.
She likes the History Channel. You Tube. Discovering new things on the Interweb. Going to the public library.
But sitting in class she finds a little boring.
It’s not her teachers. She loves them (there are at least 3 on her Mt. Rushmore of Important People who have impacted her life… sadly, Buddy the Dog and I didn’t make it…).
In the teachers’ defense, they just can’t go fast enough.
Public schools are set up to teach to the middle.
And I think they should. We’re in the business of producing taxpayers and good citizens who know how to stand in line and wait their turns.
We aren’t there to push the top 20%. We count on colleges to do that.
I’m okay with this, but I do worry why a 10 year old who loved school has started to go the other way.
Maybe it’s just a phase. Maybe she’s just starting to transition from tween to angry and bitter teenager (and if my mediocre parenting keeps up… one day, a angry bitter sarcastic adult).
Maybe she still loves school, but this is her way of fitting in with the other kids and slightly rebelling against the man (by the way… there’s a good chance I might be the man).
I may have no idea how the mind of a pre-teen girl works (actually, I’m pretty sure I don’t know how the mind of a pre-teen girl works).
But I do know, I miss the little person in my house who eats all my food who used to fly out of bed on school days because she didn’t want to miss a thing.
I just wish I knew for sure if it was her or if it’s us.