My teacher, Miss Lekam had a accident the week before our parent-teacher conference schedule, the class end up with no schedule on hand. It was unexpected, so we end up with first come first serve basis, whoever is available definitely can come for conference. I called my mom Monday morning to let her know about the time - second in line today at 2:00 o'clock and she agreed.
My teacher was telling my mom, how good I was doing in school, smart, and all. It started with a pleasant day to day conversation, like any other parents and teachers talking about their kids in the class. Like I did not exist, of course, I was there but my mind was busy cruising around the classroom, looking for books to read. I just can't get enough books to read, as opportunity arise when you're in a classroom full of books. I did not even bother listening to what they are talking but my mom insist I sit there and listen, as if it's going to make me listen.
My teacher, Miss Lekam is a little bit strict to be honest but she is great as a teacher. It is good for the students to have a little discipline, otherwise we will all be flying around like crazy and I like that she is just perfect for us. She has curly hair which I wish to have and a smile that scared me at first. Just kidding, I know what it is but honestly, to see those teeth line up with rubber bands? Ugghh!!! I think of my broken toys, held up with rubber bands to stay together. But, hey, this is the new world and brace is no longer a forbidden word but accepted and cool to have one. In fact, you can have different colors, which is really cool!!! Let's leave that to Miss Lekam as I have no intention to have braces in my entire life. I have heard from people with braces how painful, inconvenient and expensive it is. For now, braces is out of my mind.
On the opposite side of the table is where my mom sits, nodding, absorbing all what Miss Lekam has to say. "Deena wants to skip a grade..." she said. What? I heard it just in time, it was something I did not expect but we've discussed this at home. I already skipped a grade and yes, I would like to skip another grade to speed up my school time. I love to learn but hate to be confined in schools and especially having to wake up early in the morning when it's still darn dark outside and freezing cold too. Who does want to wake up? I ask myself. When Miss Lekam face me, "Deena, do you want to move up?" My body went stiff, "Oh no, is Miss Lekam talking to me? I smiled and nodded, like a little cute puppy, eyes all tantalizing and freeze. That is my way of saying "Yes! I finally nailed it!"
Miss Lekam seemed disappointing not hearing the word YES from me, turned to my mom and ask her the same question " Do you want her to move up?". My mom turned the table around saying, "I am not in the position to answer that. If I may ask you, being her teacher, what do you think?", my mom so composed and relax, look at me while waiting for Miss Lekam's response. My mom, who is my best friend and best enemy is on my side right now. She was wearing this brown leather jacket on top of a short sleeves, matching with her pants. She is a very strict mother, unlike Miss Lekam, and serves me well for I turned out to be a good kid. Maybe for now, who knows what I am going to end up someday. I looked at Miss Lekam, anticipating with curiosity what her answer will be. I really like to skip but it's all in the hands of my dear teacher at this moment. "Please, please, please, say yes!!!" I pray.
"I think she is capable of moving up. She is quick to learn. In fact, she can multitask. There was a time during my discussion where I noticed she was looking down, reading a book, I suppose. I have known that Jag and her were competing against each other for AR points during that time. I assume, she was reading a book, trying to read as much as she can to accumulate 100 points for the competition - whoever reach 100 first. Anyway, I called her attention, ask what I was talking about and she knew what it was all about. That day, I was impressed." said Miss Lekam, continued on to say "I'd like her to participate more in the class but other than that, she is one of my top students in the class".
My mom then said that if that is the case, she better move up. "I want her to be challenged and knows for a fact that she is capable."
"Well, I would talk to Miss Asem, her math teacher, about it. I am afraid she won't allow it but I'll talk to her." said Miss Lekam.
"I can also talk to Miss Asem if you need me to since it's good to know where Deena stands in school. I haven't talk to her lately thou I had a brief conversation with her few days after school year started. I'd like to communicate with my child's teachers so I can help in some ways if there is any need" my mom, gently ended her response.
"That's okay. I will talk to Miss Asem and will definitely keep in touch with you, Mrs. Yelsne." handing a paper to my mom to sign. My mom rose to walk to the door after the signature on the paper, indicating the conference is dismissed and everything has been discussed regarding my school performance.
Well, I am excited and hope to move up to 7th grade after this parent-teacher conference. Will I or will it be just a blurry excitement on my part?
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My teacher was telling my mom, how good I was doing in school, smart, and all. It started with a pleasant day to day conversation, like any other parents and teachers talking about their kids in the class. Like I did not exist, of course, I was there but my mind was busy cruising around the classroom, looking for books to read. I just can't get enough books to read, as opportunity arise when you're in a classroom full of books. I did not even bother listening to what they are talking but my mom insist I sit there and listen, as if it's going to make me listen.
My teacher, Miss Lekam is a little bit strict to be honest but she is great as a teacher. It is good for the students to have a little discipline, otherwise we will all be flying around like crazy and I like that she is just perfect for us. She has curly hair which I wish to have and a smile that scared me at first. Just kidding, I know what it is but honestly, to see those teeth line up with rubber bands? Ugghh!!! I think of my broken toys, held up with rubber bands to stay together. But, hey, this is the new world and brace is no longer a forbidden word but accepted and cool to have one. In fact, you can have different colors, which is really cool!!! Let's leave that to Miss Lekam as I have no intention to have braces in my entire life. I have heard from people with braces how painful, inconvenient and expensive it is. For now, braces is out of my mind.
On the opposite side of the table is where my mom sits, nodding, absorbing all what Miss Lekam has to say. "Deena wants to skip a grade..." she said. What? I heard it just in time, it was something I did not expect but we've discussed this at home. I already skipped a grade and yes, I would like to skip another grade to speed up my school time. I love to learn but hate to be confined in schools and especially having to wake up early in the morning when it's still darn dark outside and freezing cold too. Who does want to wake up? I ask myself. When Miss Lekam face me, "Deena, do you want to move up?" My body went stiff, "Oh no, is Miss Lekam talking to me? I smiled and nodded, like a little cute puppy, eyes all tantalizing and freeze. That is my way of saying "Yes! I finally nailed it!"
Miss Lekam seemed disappointing not hearing the word YES from me, turned to my mom and ask her the same question " Do you want her to move up?". My mom turned the table around saying, "I am not in the position to answer that. If I may ask you, being her teacher, what do you think?", my mom so composed and relax, look at me while waiting for Miss Lekam's response. My mom, who is my best friend and best enemy is on my side right now. She was wearing this brown leather jacket on top of a short sleeves, matching with her pants. She is a very strict mother, unlike Miss Lekam, and serves me well for I turned out to be a good kid. Maybe for now, who knows what I am going to end up someday. I looked at Miss Lekam, anticipating with curiosity what her answer will be. I really like to skip but it's all in the hands of my dear teacher at this moment. "Please, please, please, say yes!!!" I pray.
"I think she is capable of moving up. She is quick to learn. In fact, she can multitask. There was a time during my discussion where I noticed she was looking down, reading a book, I suppose. I have known that Jag and her were competing against each other for AR points during that time. I assume, she was reading a book, trying to read as much as she can to accumulate 100 points for the competition - whoever reach 100 first. Anyway, I called her attention, ask what I was talking about and she knew what it was all about. That day, I was impressed." said Miss Lekam, continued on to say "I'd like her to participate more in the class but other than that, she is one of my top students in the class".
My mom then said that if that is the case, she better move up. "I want her to be challenged and knows for a fact that she is capable."
"Well, I would talk to Miss Asem, her math teacher, about it. I am afraid she won't allow it but I'll talk to her." said Miss Lekam.
"I can also talk to Miss Asem if you need me to since it's good to know where Deena stands in school. I haven't talk to her lately thou I had a brief conversation with her few days after school year started. I'd like to communicate with my child's teachers so I can help in some ways if there is any need" my mom, gently ended her response.
"That's okay. I will talk to Miss Asem and will definitely keep in touch with you, Mrs. Yelsne." handing a paper to my mom to sign. My mom rose to walk to the door after the signature on the paper, indicating the conference is dismissed and everything has been discussed regarding my school performance.
Well, I am excited and hope to move up to 7th grade after this parent-teacher conference. Will I or will it be just a blurry excitement on my part?
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