Breakfast With Mica

Yesterday I had breakfast at Mica's school. It was a Mother/Child Breakfast. Daddy served. I didn't say this, but kind of wished I ate before I went. A chocolate doughnut shortly after having the stomach flu doesn't rest easy on the belly!

Mica and Isaak were hyper, other then that it was fun. I know Mica loves having me come up to his school. Daddy most always drops him off and picks him up.

On the front bulletin board was this picture:

The day Mica got the principles award was pajama day.

Principles Award

Mica did it! He got the Principle's Award! :) At first I didn't get this award. I didn't understand why they would award kids of behavior that they should already have. Now I get it. It's kind of like how I award my top student's to put artwork in the lobby.

This award gave Mica something to work for. For the past few weeks he's said, "Mom I didn't get any checks today!" He's been a good boy. Last week on Thursday he got to eat lunch with the principle. When Daddy went to pick up Mica, he was walking as fast as he could to him. He said, "I have something under my coat!" Daddy said, "What's that?" Mica said, "I have a metal! I got the Principle's Award!"

Our boy is responsible and respectable. That is what the award stands for.

His report card was great to. Our little kindergartener is doing good.

Mica Was Awarded

Mica got this award last week:

We didn't exactly know what it meant. Did everyone in the class get one? Was he the only one that got one? What did he get it for?


Mica said that he got the award for following instructions.  I said, "Good job!" I was thinking, "Aren't you always supposed to follow instructions?"


Tonight there was a small letter saying something about these awards. I guess the principle picks someone that got the award to have lunch with.

Daddy's response, "How scary!!!" I'm like, "What?" He's like, "The principle is someone the bad kids go to. I was always scared of her in school. I would have never wanted to eat lunch with her." We of course were talking about this while the kids were sleeping and in bed.
 
I always liked the principle where I went to school. She seemed nice. I never had to go to her office. She ate lunch with us on our birthdays and in my case, my 1/2 birthday.

The two people I didn't care for: 

1. I didn't like the librarian for not letting me pick out a picture book. She said I was too old. I went over to the bigger books and grabbed the first one off the shelf. I didn't even look at it. I was so mad. I got home and I remember my Dad (Grandpa Spiehs) saying, "You got a book about Muhammad Ali? This book is long!" The pictures in picture books were my favorite part of reading. It wasn't until my fifth grade teacher talked to me; that I started reading bigger books. She told me, "Oh you can come up with pictures in your mind, while you are reading." Somehow that approach did it for me. She acted out historic things in class, and switched her voice for the characters. She had me reading 500 page novels by the end of the year.
2. I also disliked one of the resource ladies. Yes I was in the resource room a lot when I was a kid. I'm a bad test taker! They even talked about holding me back. The resource lady smelled like coffee and cigarettes. Not a great combination! She held me after school for coming up with the word, "Enormous." She thought I copied it off the board. Really I came up with it the year before, and used it again because that teacher praised me for coming up with such a great word. I never looked at the board. HECK to be honest, at that age I probably thought up the word, but didn't know how to read it. Then the resource lady got on my friend for leaving school early to go to Disney World. She thought he shouldn't be leaving to do that; since he was having problems in school. Truth, he had heart problems. He had open heart surgery that summer and passed away. As a kid, I never forgave her. The next year she wasn't working there any longer. I had an inner celebration. WOO HOO!