What is good with close children (or in our case with a child skipping a class to be closer to his big sister), is that suddenly, we do not lose the rhythm level schooling. What are we chaining up? Hop, a finished level, bam, we start again the following year with the second.
First 6th last year. Hop, second round this year.
For the Little Big, there are significant advantages:identical programs, courses still available in his sister's room, answers to his many questions about college, teachers, timetable, etc. all this greatly reduces his stress, whereas he was naturally at the maximum with the eldest last year.
The main drawback... is that we also now know how the year is going... And not only do we have some experience (and what experience!), but the year is still very fresh in our minds (too ?)… Let's be clear:we're not going to make the same mistakes as last year and that, he understood that, the P'tit Grand!
So, him for the moment 1/he works (in his own way, namely on the floor in the hallway and as little as possible)(you don't change a winning team), 2/he warns when he returns, and this, without detour and 3/he doesn't spend hours on his phone (which will remain "keyed" much longer than for his sister who was stupidly offered an old IPhone 4 at the end of December)
Of course, don't yell right away, I wasn't born yesterday, thank you:I know he will do other stupid things/cause other worries.
BUT AT LEAST not the same as her sister.
Which will have the merit of making us spend another type of year. (My top/flop of the 6th is to (re)read here)
AND SO MUCH BETTER
As you have understood, the past year has been complicated, painful for everyone. We therefore took the lead in September. I decided to get help at home with homework in the evening. It was untenable last year, between the agency which fortunately is developing very well, which takes a lot of time, a man still working as much and... a schoolgirl in the midst of a teenage crisis to manage. No question of putting it back this year. Ended the end of the evenings on the kneecaps and in tears (yes yes me too). This summer, I called an agency that word of mouth recommended to me:Complétude. I have no action with them, but honestly they did a great job. They understood my request:tutoring yes, but not for a particular subject and for 2 children. The mission is simple:help them get to work two late afternoons a week (the schoolboy finishes early, you know), help them get organized, move forward, deepen the lessons.
Since the beginning of September, I have been quiet two evenings a week. I return around 7 p.m. instead of 6 p.m., which leaves me a significant hour at the office. I come back serene, the children have each worked for an hour with their "teacher". So we can talk about other things, have cordial exchanges and even (!!) hug each other.
The climate is much more peaceful and above all, I am no longer the one who annoys everyone with homework. AH AH AH and that makes all the difference. I have real support at home. Yes, because in addition Completeness found me a pearl. She perfectly identified the two personalities of my happy lads in a few days. Stunning.
The teenager is better, she got to work. Of course, she had little choice. We made a deal with her, a deal that includes the fact that we stick to her buttocks and that we demand irreproachable behavior and, in the absence of good grades, real good annotations from the teachers at the end of the 1st term. No effort =no going out with girlfriends.
Hard. Yeah, no I reassure you, it's still liveable huh. But above all, everything is sincerely going much better for a few weeks. We live again. Even the P'tit Grand who keeps in mind what he has no interest in trying... feels that by working seriously, by moving forward, we are happy and therefore that all is well.
CQFD
Come on, I let them breathe for two weeks, they left for my parents under the southern sun (lucky ones) just now. And to show you how great it is also (and above all) a teenager with a smartphone despite all the conflicts we may have... her text message sent while waiting for her plane:
