Parents were invited to the 1st grade awards ceremony. Will didn’t know
if he was getting an award or not. He told me not to be disappointed if he
didn’t get one. I went with zero expectations. I know he’s done great academically this year and I’m proud of him for that. I didn’t need to see an award to change the way I felt about it.
One by one, 135, 1st graders marched up to a podium and were
handed an award. Every single solitary child in the 1st grade got an award. Some for reasons as silly as having the best smile or for being the most active. For an hour I listened to bullshit stories the teachers told about how great these kids all were.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not an evil bitch (most of the time). I
believe each kid does have exceptional qualities. I do not however feel it’s
necessary to pass out awards for these reasons. Have a ceremony in the class room for the ‘smaller’ awards is all I’m saying. Give the kids something to work for.
Kids today feel ‘entitled’. I went to school therefore I deserve something. Johnny got an award for spelling and I didn’t get an award and I feel sad. Well tough shit kid welcome to the real world. Work hard and get good at something and then you’ll get your reward. Real life doesn’t work this way. You won’t get bullshit awards in your adult life and that
‘best smile’ award you got in 1st grade won’t get you very far unless you want to be a greeter at Walmart when you grow up.
William did get an award at the ceremony and I was surprised and very happy, as was he. He had the highest MAP testing score in reading for the entire 1st grade! Out of 135 kids he did the best. Now that was worthy of an award. But Will got the same certificate as the yahoo’s that got awards for ‘being the most patient’ or ‘being the best listener.’
the point of working hard every night if you know the best you’ll get is the same award as everyone else?
Moving on. The talent show was amazing, there are some very talented kids at school– mine included. Mac sang Mama’s Broken Heart
(Miranda Lambert) and she did great. One odd thing though was the fact that they made her change the words from “the barflies and the Baptists” to; “the bad guys and the Baptists.” I can see that, it is grade school and barflies aren’t the best thing to be singing about. But what about, “I numb the pain at the expense of my liver?” It seemed funny hearing a little girl sing it.
Aside from a few kids singing songs from ‘Frozen,’ gymnastics and karate moves, there were about FORTY kids that did Hula-hoops. Here we go again. I bet it took a lot of time and training for the Hula-hoopers to get good enough to be able to participate in a talent show.
Mac practiced for months. But in the end it didn’t matter, you know why? Because there was no fricken winner of the talent show. Every child that got to participate was considered a winner by the school. Bullshit, it’s all bullshit.
Will is on a little league baseball team. If during a game, one team gets six runs they automatically change innings. They do this so no team
ever gets their ass whooped too badly. Sometimes you need a good ass whooping to learn how the game works. Will’s team gets their ass whooped at nearly every game but maybe they’d try harder or learn faster if they had to stay in the field and learn how to catch and throw.
These kids are in for a world of hurt down the road. You don’t win just because you participate. And I feel bad for my kids because they worked so hard at school yet got the same recognition as everyone else. I want my kids to know what it feels like to lose, otherwise they will never know how good it feels to win. And when everyone wins, no one wins.
And that my friends is my take on our first year of grade school in Kentucky. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of stories to share with you in the weeks to come as there is never a dull moment in this house.