Tuesday, March 20, 2012
When I see the school's number on my caller ID I used to wonder what was going on at school that necessitated calling ME. Now I see the number and I ask: Huh. I wonder what GUS wants. This year he seems to be able to pick up the phone during the day and just check in. Yesterday it was: "Hey mom, it's Gus". Me: "Hey Gus! What's going on?" Gus: "Oh. I just wanted to tell you that I got my test back?" (He raises his voice at the end of most sentences making himself sound so young and making each statement sound like a question.) Me: "Oh! How did you do?" (I say "Oh." a lot.) Gus: "Well. I got 100% at a 5.5". (I think this is Fifth Grade Math, fifth month, but I'm NOT SURE.) Gus: "It was a REALLY hard test with like (!) multiplication and division and EVERYTHING." Me: "Oh that's SO great!! Good job sweetie!! Now you should PROBABLY go back to class and get busy, k?" (I know perfectly well that he is calling FROM the damn classroom because I can CLEARLY hear his teacher's voice.) Gus: "Oh. Okay. Bye." And then the little fucker just HANGS up on me!