Wednesday, September 14, 2016

"My Mom ate my homework"

Here we are, barely two weeks into school, and I get a call from N-son's new high school guidance counsellor.  Oh, no . . . not already in trouble! I worry. And in fact, I am right -- he's not in trouble!  Whoop!  Even better, the counsellor tells me that the reason for this call is that a spot has opened up in the culinary internship program.

So from now on, N-son is going to spend the first half of each school day at our County's career training center (CTC), learning about things like how to sharpen knives and how to become OSHA certified (two things that probably have some bearing on each other, you think?), and the second half of each day back in the high school muscling his way through things like chemistry and algebra and communication arts.

Yesterday, he brought home his science homework:  a list of vocabulary words at the top ("theory", "model", "hypothesis", "independent variable"), with a bunch of definitions at the bottom.   He was supposed to match them up:  he got exactly one of the thirteen definitions right. Ooog.  Well, at least we caught this early and can re-do his work before he turns it in.

But he also brings home schoolwork from CTC.  Here's a picture of him holding his schoolwork.
I'm bummed that I didn't get him with his puffy black chef's hat that
comes with his uniform, because that's adorable.
I'll have to take that picture of him soon.

Here's a closer glimpse of the schoolwork:  cherry tomatoes and mozzarella balls with basil, in an Italian sauce.  The container isn't as full as when he brought it home because, well . . . yeah.

I get the feeling homework time is going to be a lot more fun this year!


  1. oh, how wonderful you have that option! I wish all schools had a vo-tech option for kids to pursue skills learning if that's more their thing. I worry we pigeonhole too many kids instead of helping them find what they really should be doing.

    1. Yeah, I think this will be good for him. He certainly comes home from his cooking classes full of energy and enthusiasm, in a way he just doesn't get psyched up about the rest of school. I'm all for teaching kids to persist in hard subjects, so I'm glad he's still doing traditional book-learning-stuff, too. But I'm totally breathing easier about post-high-school life now that he's started with CTC.