I spent about 3 weeks in Kindergarten at then moved right into 1st grade. Even though I was always the youngest, somehow I was more mature than many of my classmates all the way through school. I don't know if it was the only child thing, child of divorce thing, or what.
I do feel that it left me with a need to prove myself and show that I deserve to be where I am. I graduated high school over 20 years ago and still have that need.
Now I have the opposite issue with CJ who did two years of Kindergarten. I know it frustrates him now that he was held back. We thought he was ready for Kindergarten when we first started him - so did his preschool teachers - but by the end of the year it was obvious he wasn't ready to move onto 1st grade.
Sorry to hear about your aunt, Plei.
I was effectively skipped a grade because my birthday is so late in the year & my parents put me in school "early" so I was one of the youngest in my class. My sister (also a Nov birthday) was redshirted* and so ended up older than most of her class. I think my parents made the right call on both of us.
Interestingly, in NYC she'd have been grade-skipped automatically once she entered public school. (PreK spots in the public schools are few and far between, so most kids are in private preschools until kindergarten, and many parents don't realize how strict the NYC public schools are about age limits.)
(*No, not killed off without a last name. In schooling terms, redshirting is when your kid is right on the edge of the age cutoff to enter kindergarten and you hold them back because you think they'd benefit from another year of PreK.)
I have this thing where I think I'm pretty smart, but then assume that when I achieve anything, it's because some mistake has been made along the way, and they'll figure it out eventually and take it all away from me.
Ah, the old inferiority/superiority complex. Count me in.
I dreamt last night that I got out of the shower this morning and glanced out the window to see a terribly handsome shirtless man installing curtains on the outside of the house. Aside from the "Oh! No clothes on!" part, it was a very happy dream. Handsome man AND curtains! I was in such a good mood until I woke up.
Plei, so sorry about Aunt Margaret.
I just got into another screaming match with a tenant who continues to be a total fucking asshole.
I hate this guy SO MUCH.
"I don't understand how I owe this much money."
"Because you never bother to pay your rent ON FREAKING TIME. EVER."
Hivemind help!
I have one completely rusted screw on each of the lisence plates on the car (and I have to turn in the plates when I get my title and new registration today). Any ideas on how to get them off? I've worked on them for over an hour already.
WD-40 helps a lot.
eta: penetrating oil x-post....
Go to a gas station and throw yourself on the mercy of professionals?
Also, if anyone else says something like, "You know you need to take care of _________ within the next seven days," in relation to the car, that poor person may get strangled. Actually, they may just melt from the face I give them (according to the insurance lady, I give *quite* "the look"). I swear to GOD. It should not be this freaking difficult to buy a car!
a bunch of people here [link] favor Brenda's 1st suggestion.
