Yes, the 13 year old boy is off to college in June. He took the SAT in December as part of the Duke University Talent Identification Program receiving amazing scores: 620 Critical Reading, 560 Math, 510 Writing. Better than 87% of graduating seniors in 2010. The scores qualified him to apply (and get accepted) to the Duke University Summer Studies. He'll check in at Trinity University in San Antonio on June 12 and I'll pick him up on July 2. Expensive but most definitely worth it.
Although next year he'll attend the VAMPY program at WKU outside Nashville. Driving distance and $1100 cheaper tuition for same time span.
Now if I can just get him to do his chores. :)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Believe it or not, it's tough
A little background here . . . he was born in December, 1997. Being old (40) when I had him I tried to talk my OB into just giving me a C-Section because I just knew with all the pushing and grunting my head would explode. But no, he said, we have to try it the regular way first for insurance purposes. So, as it turned out we had to do an emergency C-Section because I started hemorraging from a placenta abruption. On the way to the surgical room I looked up at him, white as a ghost, and told him he ought to start paying attention to what his patients say. I always try to find humor . . . . Oh yeah, and the cord was wrapped around his neck, too, so we'd have had to C-section him out anyway.
Knew he was left handed from the very moment he reached for me - with his left hand. Can you believe teachers in grade school still don't like working with left handers? Tried to get him to cut paper and write like a right handed person. Yeah, didn't help.
Knew he was going to be too smart for his own good fairly quickly, too. He walked late, he talked late. But once he started both, he never stopped. Even still today - he's chatty, chatty, chatty. Most of the time he knows what he's talking about, but there are those times when he's talking out his butt.
I was lucky enough to be able to stay home with him from the ripe old age of 6 months to almost 2 years. Why only 2? Like I said, I was old when I had him and that much energy belonged in a daycare situation, so I went back to work and he went to daycare.
Around that same time, I got involved with Parents as Teachers and when he was 3 they gave him his first test. I'll never forget this - the teacher asked him "What do you do with an apple?" He went on to explain "Well, first you take the skin off, because I don't like it. Then you cut it in small pieces, drop it into a container that has some sugar and cinnamon, put on a lid, shake it up, then eat it." The teacher replied, while looking at me with that "OMG" look . . . "I was just wanting you to tell me you'd eat it."
He excelled in reading, math, large motor skills and so much more during the next couple of years. Our family, however, did not. When he was 6, he and I left his father and began a life on our own.
Knew he was left handed from the very moment he reached for me - with his left hand. Can you believe teachers in grade school still don't like working with left handers? Tried to get him to cut paper and write like a right handed person. Yeah, didn't help.
Knew he was going to be too smart for his own good fairly quickly, too. He walked late, he talked late. But once he started both, he never stopped. Even still today - he's chatty, chatty, chatty. Most of the time he knows what he's talking about, but there are those times when he's talking out his butt.
I was lucky enough to be able to stay home with him from the ripe old age of 6 months to almost 2 years. Why only 2? Like I said, I was old when I had him and that much energy belonged in a daycare situation, so I went back to work and he went to daycare.
Around that same time, I got involved with Parents as Teachers and when he was 3 they gave him his first test. I'll never forget this - the teacher asked him "What do you do with an apple?" He went on to explain "Well, first you take the skin off, because I don't like it. Then you cut it in small pieces, drop it into a container that has some sugar and cinnamon, put on a lid, shake it up, then eat it." The teacher replied, while looking at me with that "OMG" look . . . "I was just wanting you to tell me you'd eat it."
He excelled in reading, math, large motor skills and so much more during the next couple of years. Our family, however, did not. When he was 6, he and I left his father and began a life on our own.
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