Weeks into this mind-numbing experience, it is time for the delivery of the epic piece known as The Brochure. This, in essence, a condensed version of the actual State Report (for which my husband and I received a 14 out of 15, silent high five), is now the bane of our collective existence. I'm not sure that we, I mean he, will finish 12 panels tonight. Even if it IS due tomorrow. Although I may enjoy the lingering scent of Spray Mount, but I digress.
Because even after this Dementor of a project is turned in, there remains a poster AND a shoe box diarama. And I remember making a waterfall for my daughter's diarama out of toothpaste that I molded between Saran Wrap. And I remember going to bed at 3 a.m.
No. I still love the state of Virginia. But I am completely at odds with the State Report.
I hope youngest son is artistic because after two tries, he is on his own. Sorry little dude. I'm in a bad state.
OK. Little trick my mom did. She had four girls and only did the state report once. I'm talking about the one where you have to sculpt the state you live in (I grew up in Cali) out of some kind of clay substance on a piece of board. Then, you have to color in all the counties. Anyway, she did the state report with me (I'm the oldest), and then just dusted it off and recolored it every four years as my sisters got to that part in their school careers. Voila!
ReplyDeleteGenius! Your mom did it right! I'll keep that in mind for my littlest. My first two have had the same teacher, who makes each child pick a state their sibling hasn't done. So far I can recite a lot of random detail about Idaho and Virginia. I am so not looking forward to the diarama. You have no idea.
ReplyDeleteOh man! That's a smart teacher. I know some random trivia about Wyoming...
ReplyDeletePS: Mind if I put you on my blog roll over at Sanity Department?
No. Go right ahead. that'd be cool. Maybe William will get Wyoming. Luckily I've got a couple of years before we start all this foolery again.
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