String Bean is enjoying fifth grade. Thank goodness.
The Captain and I were more than ready for the continued horror of the fourth grade to be over.
At the beginning of the String Bean’s fourth grade school year, he was happy, enjoyed going, and was excited to share what he learned.
After a month in, we learned that the rules for fourth grade were quite different from third grade. One of the biggest rules we learned right from the get go was it’s every man for himself. I wrote about our struggles here.
Being high school teachers, The Captain and I have some
strong mild philosophies on education. We believe that our duty as teachers is to teach and empower students, not to tear them down. For some reason, the fourth grade philosophy is different. It adds an excited dose of humiliation and public embarrassment into the mix. Fourth grade for my son this past year beheld a different theory. It specialized in Darwin’s survival of the fittest. Not a good thing.
By the last nine weeks, it got to the point where my husband, The Captain, started bribing String Bean.
Let me rewind for a moment. The Captain does not believe in giving monetary rewards for grades. He does not believe in giving gifts for grades. He does not believe in any tangible rewards for grades. Until now.
In the car this past spring, the dudes were talking about the upcoming state mandated tests.
“My class gets to have a movie day Friday after our tests are over,” Squishy said, happily.
“Well, we get a cool pizza party when our tests are over,” added String Bean.
The Captain is seething. “We let kids graduate when they pass our tests.”
Squishy interjects, “Your butt is going to graduate.”
“Dad’s butt already graduated,” I said. (Side note: I have boys. Butt jokes and fart jokes are imperative ways to get everyone’s attention. It works. Ask any mom of boys.)
“I don’t think these parties are necessary,” stated The Captain, or, Captain Obvious because it was obvious how he felt about the matter.
“It is a nice motivator for the kids, don’t you think?” I said. I am the awesome peacemaker/cheerleader/glass half full/uber positive one in the family.
“I don’t think they should be rewarded. I hate bribes,” said The Captain.
“Dad, if I do well on the tests, will you get me an XBox 360?” String Bean asks.
I looked over at The Captain. His ears turned red, a vein pulsated on his neck and he is in a low growl. The car teetered on silence that seems to stretch on for miles. No one breathes. The air is frozen. All are awaiting the response that is surely going to include the word “no” in it.
“Maybe. Well, yes,” he finally said.
What the heck?!
“Yes, I will get you an Xbox 360 if you do well on the tests,” he stated.
I almost steered off of the road.
“Do you realize how expensive those things are?” I quietly asked him.
“No. Fifty bucks or something?” he asked.
“Uh, try two fifty, dude,” I said. “Plus, we have a Wii already. We really don’t need one.”
Meanwhile, the back seat of the car is all abuzz with the amazing news. I heard snippets about how awesome Dad was, and the games they were going to get, and how much they needed to get it with two controllers, and that they needed Kinect so even Mom can play games like Just Dance.
The Captain looked pained.
“A deals a deal, dude,” I said to him as we pulled into our destination.
The tests were taken. May ended. Summer began with the anxiety of when THE RESULTS would come.
It took a while.
Finally, in late July, it arrived. Believe me when I say that there were many heartbreaking trips to the mailbox – back and forth, back and forth – from May until then. What happens when kids have time to kill in the summer? Stalk the mail lady, of course!
On the day of THE LETTER’s miraculous arrival, String Bean grabbed it and raced up the driveway to have me open it on the spot. To this day I am still unsure of how he knew it was THE LETTER. All the envelope said was the district name (which is also where The Captain teaches – that letter could’ve been anything.) But it was certainly the one the dudes had been waiting for.
I opened it in a truly dramatic fashion, slowly and meticulously peeling it out of the envelope. It was “the one.”
The results were there in black and white. String Bean did fine on the tests. The Captain had to get an XBox 360.
To give is human, to bribe (only this one time, I promise) was divine.
So excuse me while I go and play Just Dance. After all, the dudes insisted on it. So sweet of them!