Assuming that I admit that the year has already passed, I can under these admission conditions write a review of the year...
That I didn't see happen. But that, I think you have understood. For the others, this is the place to read the wanted notice (and stop drying the blog too).
You are all waiting for him, I hear the crowd screaming:"So?? How to succeed in entering college?? »
I don't know.
Sorry, but I think I screwed it up. As a mom.
And here is the top / flop of this entry to college that we dreaded so much.
Hell, the "others" were STILL right. The same ones who dared to tell us "to enjoy it" when we struggled with our baby version children.
Top 1:autonomy => freedom
Let's not lie to each other, it's very nice to be able to let them go alone to college, it avoids having to get up Leaving too early even frees up time for the little one(s)...
Here we have all the same accompanied him for a very long time, either his father or more rarely me, to the metro in the morning. He still had a hint of apprehension for the 7 minutes that separate us from the station. We didn't try to understand, we waited for it to pass by accompanying him. Things have really gotten better lately.
Flop 1:autonomy => anxiety
It was all very sweet, but I really struggled to get text messages from her when she decided to hang out with her friends after college… stupidly, after the 1st delay and a good refresher, I thought it was good, well, she got it, huh.
AH AH AH
Obviously not. It happened again. Each time then, I confiscated the mobile phone SINCE IT IS NOT USED IN FACT. Since she does not answer calls/SMS…
SHORT
Big black subject. She does not hit that I can worry. It doesn't fit.
Top 2:practical organization
This is in fact the one and only important learning of this level. Certainly, maths and French too. But in fact, in 6th grade, what we ALL try to teach them is to organize themselves. Like "big guys". Time management:here nickel. Locker management/stuff to take home:top notch too. Honestly at the end of the 1st term, faced with the drop in his grades compared to primary school, I even virtually gave a 20/20 to my then almost 12 year old for his adaptation to college. Fingers in the nose.
Flop 2:organization at work
In "organization", 6th graders are also expected to learn how to work. And there… Well… I'm going to be direct:we've got it all wrong. The 1st trimester, we preferred to take care of the organization, the adaptation to the new environment, the route, etc. Normal you say. After promising to get to work in the 2nd quarter, we believed it.
AH AH AH (bis)
The second term is over, I don't think I saw a single note go by... and I didn't look at the software online either (my fault)... so a disaster. Third trimester, we tightened the screw, but it was too late and quite honestly, not firm enough yet.
After discussing it with many parents of new college students, it seems to be quite common… not used to working, and me having to stick my nose in his classes… we missed each other. You actually have to be ON THEIR BACK.
Here, I have too often heard "I have nothing to do “, which is, let’s face it, IMPOSSIBLE.
They have to work 45 minutes a day minimum, it's nothing in fact, but it makes all the difference:the regularity, the obligation to... believe me, I'm biting my fingers.
Top 3:the band of friends
Ahhhhh the good life, friends, girlfriends and then (little or not) friends. That's adolescence. That's the main thing.
Flop 3:it's not the damn camp
Yeah, no huh. It's not the colo college, it's important friends obviously, but classes come first! And then, the gossip, the I love you/I love you more (it's fine weathervanes), the why you said she was your BFF when it's me (it's fine jealous egocentric, we have the right to have lots of very good girlfriends, right?) And nie nie nie nia. I can't take it anymore.
(did I say that? #jesuisvieille #jedeviensmamere)
Top 4:transformation
I'll spare you the details, I think we all remember our own physical "transformation"...
Not to mention the yo-yo of hormones. I'm doing well. I'm not well. Here, I'm fine. Well, no, actually.
But all of that is great. Really. My GRANDE is 12 years old, measures 1m60, so 12 cm I will definitely be screwed. There I can still pretty much rest my chin on his head to make a cushion during my standing hugs.
She has a sense of humor (when she's well), she's starting to master the repartee, the second degree, she's a little more responsible... we're making progress.
Flop 4:Oh help, where's my baby? Oh yeah, he's here.
We are moving forward… but SLOWLY. With the comings and goings of hormones, we have a choice:a rebellious teenager who wants everything too quickly and who slams doors or a little girl who plays with dolls. It's funny two seconds Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. You NEVER know on which foot to dance, how to take it. It's exhausting. It's painful. It is really very difficult. The flabby teenager disinterested in everything VS the adorable and loving little girl.
who will win?
In any case, I am exhausted by these long daily fights for… everything. The negotiation. Patience. Anger. Diplomacy. Ignorance. I tested everything.
Nice balance sheet huh. I have no miracle solution.
I will only have one piece of advice and only if I dare to allow myself it since for 9.5 years on this blog, I have been shouting it loud and clear:do not listen to advice.
AHEM
Stay the course, be strong moms, there are REALLY cool moments (yes, yes), hang on to them. Like a gauge to fill. it will.
For future college students, my chip continues to recommend this book:the 6th year with your fingers in your nose
