Category Archives: Teens

Neighborhood or Gifted in CPS?! It’s making me sick!


Why are we putting labels our kids? Shouldn’t we be taking labels away? So then why are classes at some schools give the title “gifted” and the other class is given “neighborhood”? What happened to the days when it was just level 1,2,3, or 4. You all knew who was in each group but it was so blatantly spelled out.

“Okay, boys and girls, the kids in the gifted class are smarter than everyone else in the school, they will achieve more than their neighborhood class, they will get ice cream just because, they will get to have non uniform day, and they will definitely succeed, just because they are gifted. What a fabulous, nice class to work with”. And then let’s turn to neighborhood…”well, kids you are neighborhood. We don’t expect a lot but you will probably learn. However, you won’t amount to anything after school and you are certainly harder to teach than the gifted, dang (teacher shakes his head) this would be so much easier if you were all gifted. But you aren’t so I think you need a silent lunch. You haven’t done anything yet, but we know you will.”

My daughter had a girl kick her out of a classroom “You aren’t gifted, you can’t be here, hahahaha.” Hmmm, but someone it isn’t bullying because it came from a gifted student.

I despise labels to begin with but the labels at school are out of hand and I am tired of it!

An UGGly moment


Nothing like getting your heart racing like a run to the school on a 7 degree day!  So we are walking out of the BACK of our building, and let me stress BACK one more time, like we do everyday on our walk to school, when I realize my daughter has forgotten my UGG boots which she needs for a persuasive speech today (something I am not all too happy about as it’s 7 degrees and I am smooshed into her extra pair of boots which are not Uggs and not as warm and not my size).  I tell her she doesn’t have them and she turns to walk back & then asks if I can just bring them up.  I say yes, but not until 10 -What time is the class that you need them?  She replies 9:15 and keeps walking toward school.  I stop her and ask how she plans to do her speech when the requirement was either a poster board explaining the product you were being persuasive about or the actual product.  She says she will just tell the teacher she has neither right now.  I lose it.  I tell her to turn around and go get the boots as she has an a+ in that class right now, 100% on everything and how can she be willing to lose that grade & Fail when all she has to do is walk to the front of our building and go get the boots.  She tries to argue and I state, the time we have sat here discussing it, you could have already had the boots.  Now, mind you, we can’t get into our building through the back door, but we always leave out of it because it cuts off the coldest part of our route.  So she runs ahead as her brother and I follow.  We see her go up the elevator & then go wait near the back door for her to return.  We wait, and wait, and wait…she never comes, minutes pass by…I walk to the front and ask our doorman if he has seen Ellie leave holding a pair of boots.  He says yes.  Now I am furious!!!  I run back to the back door, grab my son’s hand and book out.  We race through the snow, ice, people, run a red light risking our lives going into the traffic and hearing my poor son, who has cold, keep repeating, I can’t breathe , I can’t  and I reassure him by  repeating, just keep holding my hand, just keep holding my hand. We make it to school just as she is entering the building.  I scream, my own mother finally came out of me, in the most evil loud obnoxious voice ever VICTORIA” – she keeps walking, although all others turn to look.  I scream it again “VIIIICCCCTTOOORRRRIIIIAA” – she stops (I think I scared myself more than her as I truly could hear my own mother’s voice screaming my name).  I get up to her, in the entrance of the school, with my finger pointing and say “what are you doing?”  She smiles at me.  It takes all I can not to smile back and I have to remind myself to be angry and to be just like my mother right now.  I tell her “Since when do we use the front door.  You knew darn well what you were doing when you walked out. You were angry with me for making you go back so you intentionally opted to use the front door. How would I know where you are? If you were at school?  What about your brother?  If the doorman hadn’t seen you, I would not know where you were, or where you went or how you disappeared…and let me tell you I would’ve walked into your classroom to look for you -(her ultimate fear that I actually show up in front of her friends and they realize she has a mother).  I then finish it, with a “get inside and get to school and your lucky I caught you out here.”

Not sure how to end it and I am out of time as I really do have to be back @ school @ 10 and its now 930….