So, we’re back to fighting about grammar again. Finally it boiled down to this conversation,
Boy9: I’m not going to stop fighting you on this.
Me: We can fight every day for all 180 days of 5th grade, but I will not give up. By the end of the year you will have learned your grammar one way or another. I will win this fight.
Boy9 looked at me in horrified disbelief. Sort of like the look on Sarah Connor’s face when the Terminator just keeps coming.
We did half the lesson, and then moved on to history, with the intention of coming back to grammar when Boy9 was less emotional.
In history, Boy9’s favorite subject, we read about Hitler’s systematic invasion of Europe. The last thing we learned was that it took 28 days for Warsaw in Poland to fall. By the time we got back to Grammar, Boy9 was more tractable and did his assignment without much fuss and mostly correctly.
He said he still thinks grammar is stupid and he doesn’t want to do it. I told him, “We have to do this. I just hope we don’t fight for all 180 days. Maybe we can fight for just 28 days.
“If you’re Poland…think of me as Hitler.”
This caused him to burst into laughter.
I have an uneasy feeling that he’s been comparing me to Hitler for a long time now.
P.S. For those of you feeling sorry for Boy9, don’t. The boy is highly intelligent (if I do say so myself) and falls into the trap that lots of highly intelligent people fall into: they’re so used to things coming to them easily, that as soon as they run into something that takes effort, they give up right away. They don’t know how to persevere because they so rarely have to.
I’m thinking tomorrow we’re going to learn about perseverance:
“…we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender…”
Tomorrow, I get to be Churchill and Boy9 can be Hitler.
Picture of the day:
Ada gave me a billion tomatoes from her garden today. Thank you, Ada! Garden tomatoes are one of my favorite foods. The uglier, the better. Yum!