Ph. brought home an English quiz with a score of 95. Great. Just
great. It was a take-home quiz.
Instructs: On your paper circle the letter of the word whose meaning is
unrelated to the other words in each set. [No kidding.]
10. (a) forgotten, (b) imagined, (c) conceived, (d) formed
Context: It’s a vocabulary quiz on Edgar Allan Poe’s "The
Tell-Tale Heart." Ph.’s answer: A. Marked wrong. Normally I
wouldn’t bring Ph.’s school work here (human-subjects ethics quandary), but in
this case, he’s looking at me distrustfully when I say that I think it’s
mistakenly marked wrong. I could use some consensus here. What’s the
More related (and because I’ve been horrible about
keeping family and KC friends updated since we moved to NY): Ph.’s middle school
soccer squad won again tonight, 4-0 over Cortland, lifting their record to 4-5
this season. They’ve won four of the last five games, and Ph. has scored
goals in each of those five games, accumulating six goals along the way. I
know, where’d he learn to do that? The last two strikes have been direct kicks
from 30 yards.
Evening grad seminars have kept me from several of these
matches, unfortunately (D.’s able to attend most of them). And he’s not quick to report on the results. But for the first time ever, he’s keeping handwritten notes on the refrigerator
schedule–recording W’s and L’s. From somewhere, in the last year, the record
has started to matter. He’s definitely not high and low according to wins and
losses; admirably even-tempered about the whole thing.