I had my day planned around three things:
1) I wanted to make some good headway in cleaning my house. Mission accomplished.
2) We had speech therapy for Jack at 5:30. Mission accomplished.
3) Jack and Sam had a Wall of Fame ceremony at 1:30. I’m a dumbass.
The Wall of Fame at our school honors all the kids who are in the top 10% of their grade. Last year I joked that Sam was one of the best kids in his class at coloring, but it turns out that coloring does not enter into the equation, because Jack made the Wall of Fame this month, and he does not much care to color. Honestly, I don’t think he sees the point.
But because Jack is reading at level 9, which they tell me is where he should be when he leaves first grade, and he scored well on the tests they gave to all the kindergarteners, he is a Wall of Famer.
Sam is a Wall of Famer because he is a fucking superstar. He is really good at school.
Last year all of the Wall of Fame ceremonies, where parents bring pizzas to share with the other parents, were on Thursdays. I knew the ceremony was this week, so I prepped Quinn, ordered a pizza, went to pick it up, drove to the school, and…saw that no one else was there.
I called the school from the car and it turns out that the ceremony is tomorrow. It took everything I had to not scarf that pizza down right then and there.
So tomorrow I’ll have to plan my day again around the Wall of Fame. I’m obviously pretty excited and proud. Clearly, however, Sam and Jack didn’t get their smarts (or ability to read things like dates) from me.