Recently, Logan had an epiphany :).. You see, when Logan was at Fellowship he made great grades. Always had straight A's. Never really studied. His first year at public school (6th grade), was a little different. I must say my kids had no study skills and knew nothing about taking notes from lectures. They learned a lot at Fellowship, but with the ACE curriculum there was no need for these two skills. (Well studying, but it was a different kind). Anyway, in 6th and 7th grade, he managed to pull A's, B's and an occasional C.
8th grade started out a little different. My once quiet, shy little boy, became a teenager and a social butterfly. He is still not a big talker, but he was 'having fun' (to quote his teacher). His first progress report was terrible. So bad that for the first time, I went to a parent/teacher conference. Little advice, go early. That place was packed. I only got to talk to one teacher before it was over. I picked the right one. She showed me his test from that day, a 44. Had he studied? Not that I knew of; I didn't even know he had a test. Needless to say, he lost a lot of privileges that evening. ...
Because he took a pre-algebra class his 7th grade year, he qualified for Algebra I. It will count as his high school credit if he passes with an 85 or better. Well let me tell you, that was not starting out too great. We began spending time at the kitchen table studying algebra. It felt like Alyssa's freshman year all over again.. (She had a teacher with a degree in agriculture that year and I taught her each evening that semester). Then all of a sudden, Logan figured out how to study. He brought his book home (amazing, I know), worked sample problems, and listened to my teaching. (Mom doesn't always do problems the same way the teacher does). He came home with..... drum roll, please... a 104!!!! The next to highest in the class. AMAZING!!! Here's were the epiphany comes in... and I quote, "You know there is something to this studying. I always thought people who made good grades were just smart."
Two weeks ago he had another test. He studied really hard. Then, snow - no school. Studied again.. then, snow - no school. Studied again. I asked him every day how he did. Teacher took forever to grade... Then yesterday I asked and he said in a real sad voice, "The lowest score was a 22" (pause) "The highest was a 95." I said, 'You made a 95, right?" He said, grinning like a opossum, "How'd you know?"
Oh and that 104 - it's still hanging on his mirror. I think he's liking this good grades thing...:)
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