Onward

Just to say, first chapter of The Perfect Gift is up on the fanfics page.

Parent-teacher conference. The third grade seems to be agree with the munchkin. Behavior: better. Homework: turned in. Social: a bit grabby, but doing okay.

Standardized test results: whoa.

TerraNova score in language is in the 98 percentile. The average of her language, reading, and math is 95. And I think she must have lost interest and not done as well as she could have, because the reading is the lowest score, 89. Yet she’s read all the Harry Potter books. Number seven took her two days.

whoa.

It’s terrifying. She’s both brilliant and beautiful. I’m constantly asked if I’ve tried getting her into modeling. Have I signed her up for this, pushed her into that.

Well…no. I’m one of those throwbacks who think childhood itself is important. Kids need time to just be kids. Besides, little Miss Drama gets quite enough attention to swell her pretty head. More would definitely not be good for her. When she’s older, though, they’ll be putting the pressure on her. And that makes me want to lock her in her room. It’s so easy for kids to get lost any more. I see it every day at work. And no one thinks a thing about the fourteen-year-olds in full-time GATE with hours of homework a night and soccer and ballet and piano and National Junior Honor Society. The lucky ones have parents who call them in maybe once a quarter so they can stay in bed and get some actual sleep.

What if I cripple her future by not going for that stuff? People really do freak out about getting toddlers into prestigious day-cares. What if my not yanking her out of public school to go in some fancy college prep place means she can’t get the college she wants when the time comes?

Argle. I am not going to go crazy about this. She’s smart enough to do whatever she wants, no matter what “handicaps” she grows up with. And if I have anything to say about it, she’ll have one decided advantage: She will NOT think the world revolves around her. (My world, yes. But not the rest of the planet.) Yes, she is abundantly gifted with those things our society seems to value most. But I’m raising a human being here. It’s important that she know looks and smarts are great, but she’s gonna clean up dog poo just like anybody else.

Got my SASE back today. Not a single personal word, just the form-est of form letters. Again.

Damn it.

:ponders evil things for foolish people:

:gets back to work:

Worked on that original yaoi story tonight. Got it up to–as the title suggests–five thousand one words! And it’s still twelve days to the deadline…

I gave it to Bly and asked her to attack it. I want it to be the best it can be, and she’ll help me get it there. It’s good to have an editor for a roomie.

~happy sigh~

Tomorrow I attack Donte. Seriously. Gotta get going.

Onward!

Seriously.  I’ve got the tooth marks.

But I’m far too exhausted to elaborate, so I’ll just leave you with this.  A great idea if I ever read one!  And it’s a Saturday…