what a week

Summer is winding down & the air has been weird around our house. Well, maybe not too much weirder than usual--but definitely weird. For one thing, Emma was in tears yesterday because she got year-long Spanish on her 7th grade school schedule.
Dios Mios.
She had wanted Creative Writing, Health, and Multi-media Computer Apps (sounds fancy but I think it's mostly just advanced keyboarding) and she only had Spanish listed as an alternate if her other year long course (Orchestra) was full. Orchestra was not full--she got into that no problemo, but it turns out that everyone and their brother also wanted those same classes because she got bumped into Spanish--all--year--long. So we hustled over to the counseling office to try to request a class change & waited patiently for the results.

So today she was in tears again because her counselor, Porfidia Boeke (pronounced Boy-Key...yes that's her real name) called and said that she can get out of year-long Spanish (arriba!) IF she'd like to take Tech-Ed (taking apart radios and cassette tapes and putting them back together with the super nerdy--but future rich--boys of the school), FCS (home economics--which made her friend cry when she saw it on her schedule) and Art.
Hmmmm.
Emma is not one to take things apart unless she can just leave the parts strewn about for her mom to clean up, she's not too home-ec'y unless her mom can come clean up the kitchen (there is a theme developing here), and although she has a genius, poetic mind, she's not too artsy-craftsy.

So, espanol it is. I've been "helping" her get used to the idea by asking her to mak-o her bed-o and please just answer the phone and say 'hola' which turned out to be surprisingly not as funny as it sounded in my head.

What did help is that I told her I'm having trouble finding a job that doesn't require Spanish proficiency. It also helped to say that when she's a world famous archeo-astronomer exploring the ruins of Machu-Picchu, she can be her own interpreter. With a little Spanish in her arsenal, the world will be her ostra (that's Spanish for oyster).
Maybe someday you'll be reading some Spanish poetry on her blog--stay tuned.
But don't hold your breath!

On another weird note which made my day:
Sophie had her guy Barbie on the front of his motorcycle and his date was going to climb on the back of the bike. I heard her say (in a gruff Ken voice), "Hop on...grab an ab." and off they went on their Barbie date.
Did that make you smile? Because I'm still laughing about it.

See what I mean? Weird.