Saturday, November 7, 2020

Confessions, Realization, Ecstasy!

 Why did Fiorella's mother refuse to let her daughter move into a combined second and third grade class in elementary school? After all, Mom herself had been skipped over a grade, and it didn't seem to have hurt her.                                                                                                                                                               Just between you and me, Fio thought she'd failed first grade because she'd gotten "100s" on all of her papers except one, when she'd hadn't identified a pink seal. If you're wondering why the teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was using numerals instead of gold stars, it was because she was a fifth grade teacher trying out first grade for a while, but she moved back to fifth grade half-way through and a sub teacher (name?), whom Fio loved, took over until a very strict, newly-minted teacher, Miss Jackson, became available.                                                                                                                                                          Three-quarters of the way through second  grade with one of Mom's pals, the family moved to Texas, and, even as the new girl in school, her teacher caught onto Fio and, at the end of the semester, she wrote a note to Fiorella's mother about her daughter's achievements which, by then, included identification of musical passages. Mom's reaction was that the teacher was too young and too soft.

In this time of the pandemic, Fio understands why medieval cities would bar their gates to travelers.

THANK YOU, GOD! Trump's reign of terror is over. Now comes the hard work of healing and moving forward together 💖

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 


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