she's three. by definition, everything she does is "pretty weird." i think it's hilarious, but perhaps you'd have to be there...
great! following this thread i now have a parochial school song in my head right now! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! Just hearing the chorus reminds me of being caned! Il est nee le divin enfant Jouez hautbois resonee musette Il est nee le divin enfant Chantons tous en avenement
A ten year old public school boy was finding fifth grade math to be the challenge of his life. His mom and dad did everything and anything to help their son...private tutors, peer assistance, CD-ROMs, Textbooks, even HYPNOSIS! Nothing worked. Finally, giving up they enrolled him into a small Catholic school to await another destiny. At the end of the first day of school the boy walked in with a stern expression on his face, and walked right past the parents and went straight to his room -and quietly closed the door. For nearly two hours he toiled away in his room -with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He only emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, he went straight back to his room, closed the door, and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime. The parents were not sure if they should comment on the boys extra efforts for fear of him losing this new found fervor, so they seemingly ignored it. This pattern continued ceaselessly. One day the first quarter report card came out. Unopened, he dropped the envelope on the family dinner table and went straight to his room. His parents were petrified. What lay inside the envelope? Cautiously the mother opened the letter, and to her amazement she saw a bright red "A" under the subject, MATH. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son's room, thrilled at the remarkable progress of their young son! "Was it the nuns that did it?", the father asked. The boy only shook his head and said, "No." "Was it the one-on-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring?", asked the mother. Again, the boy shrugged, "No." "The textbooks? The teacher? The curriculum?", asked the father. "Nope," said the son. "It was all very clear to me from the very first day of Catholic school." "How so?", asked his mom. "When I walked into the lobby, and I saw that guy they'd nailed to the plus sign, I knew those people meant business!"
you are correct. Of all the songs we had to perform for the adults, that was my favourite. Nevertheless, it still evokes some negative feelings i had developed towards L'Ecole de St Joseph. example: we were required to memorize a poem Booz Endormi & would get a hard rap on the knuckle w/a ruler whenever we goofed a section. We would then have to start back from the beginning. Keep in mind, i was single digit in age. Compared w/ what a lot of children experience daily, it is really nothing to complain about but i am still baffled by the school's methods. Hopefully things have ameliorated.
