Space Connecticut

My brother D. and nephew Z. joined me in R.O. for Cuban sandwiches (can I put any more initials? C.S.s maybe?). During lunch, we got to talkin' about Z's parent teacher conferences . . . evidently school is not going as well as it could. This is not a new situation for Z, as last year he just seemed to drive his teacher crazy along with the other SEVENTEEN boys in his class (they wanted that lady to retire, didn't they?).

This year, Z is currently trying to convince his 2nd grade teacher that he is dumb. When you ask Z a question and he doesn't feel like answering, he replies, very convincingly, "I don't know?". Aunt Emily then replies, "That's crap." and he answers the question but sometimes he uses it as a stall tactic . . . sometimes he just doesn't feel like answering. But his teacher is assuming that he is being truthful in the not knowing anything. So she suggested a reading tutor and a math tutor.

It eventually came out that Z is only interested in the "fun" things at school, like, say, lunch, recess, writing books and colorin'. If the activity is deemed unfun, like math . . . well, Z does it as quickly as possible (and with the least amount of effort) so that we can get to the next thing . . . which is hopefully more fun. Makes perfect sense to me.

So I asked him if he wanted people to think he was a space cadet. He answered that he did not, in fact, want anyone to think he was a "Space Connecticut" but that they should hurry up and get to the fun stuff.

So for all you space connecticuts out there . . . I think school should hurry up and get to the fun parts too.