Okay, so, last you heard both kids were trying out public school (Matthew in high school and Zachary in elementary), and I wasn't in Chinese at FSI with James because there was no space for me in James' class.
That was a couple of days ago.
The week has continued on, James' Chinese class has started, people in his Chinese section have been shuffled around (turns out that some of them were advanced enough in Chinese that they got to move to different classes? Don't really know how this works...), and the upshot was that yesterday my phone rang and I was told that there was now a spot for me in James' Chinese class and that they would be delighted to have me attend. (And, trust me, I would be delighted to be there.)
But at the same time, while the week was continuing on, I was watching elementary school and my youngest son, Zachary, become more and more of a FANTASTICALLY bad fit. It is beyond the scope of this blog why and how, and I can otherwise say that Matthew's foray into public high school is going incredibly well thus far, but you'll just have to trust me on this one about Zachary: this school situation thing for him is a big, fat NOPE.
Thus, it is with a very heavy heart that I am not in Chinese with James at FSI this morning (and won't be accepting the spot so graciously offered to me - THANK YOU, State Department/Chinese Department at FSI for doing everything you did to get me into Chinese!)... but I know it's best for our family that this opportunity passes me by. Zachary will be homeschooled, Matthew will be in school (and, actually, it's sort of almost like Matthew is still kinda homeschooled because the kid is done with school every day at 1:15!), and I will be available to support all three of my beloved guys as need be.
I have heard that when we get to post (Chengdu, China, the fall of next year), that I may have language-learning opportunities there - and I'm sure I'll pick stuff up from James and from Matthew (Matthew is in an accelerated Chinese class this year at the high school that is, I kid you not, going faster than James' class at FSI, and that's no exaggeration!). My family will take care of me, I will take care of them, God will take care of all of us, and that, my friends, is that.
But since we're on the subject of school, I do, however, have one more thing to say.
Dear Cup of Coffee,
My sixteen year old son wakes up VERY early in the morning. Being something of a bizarre young man, he is unable/refuses to eat any food in the morning. Something about his stomach being upset, etc., which means that you are all that he consumes in the morning prior to leaving for school.
I walked down the hallway the other morning (before school) and encountered this scene at our dining room table:
Cup of Coffee, you are, as we all can see, EMPTY. And yet my son is asleep on the table next to you.
As you know, Cup of Coffee, neither my husband nor I partake of you. So I may not be completely well-versed in how you work. Regardless, I do not believe that the consumption of you is supposed to move a human being from being asleep on the dining room table to:
Being asleep on the dining room table CHAIRS.
This is not the sort of scene I was hoping you would supply us with on school mornings.
I know it is not your fault that my son has to wake up so insanely early, but can you PLEASE just try a little bit harder to be effective?
Yours Very Truly,