Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Changes

I'm writing this post to answer the questions asked in the comment section of the last post.



As most of you know, the twins were almost five when we got them. They were very set in their ways, or more specifically, they were very set in having their own way. They entered kindergarten full force, and no one knew what to do with them. They kicked teachers, threw desks and so on when they didn't get their own ways. 

Well, obviously they outgrew those behaviors, but not the "I can do what I want, and it's not your business" attitude. In fact, I had one tell me last week that it was none of my business what classes she took. So maybe we aren't all the way through it. It was in reference to signing herself up for weightlifting class/team and ordering $150 worth of  uniform, warm up suit and so on without permission. I let her know that since I hadn't given permission, I had no intention of paying for the uniforms or travel fee or anything else.

However, overall, the twins have come a long way. For instance, since the stealing had dwindled off (due to the knowledge that the next offense means 5 days in juvenile detention), I started giving them an allowance. And I let them ride their bikes to Dollar Tree to spend it. If they went on their own without permission, they lost that privilege for a few days.

They were responsible to bike to cross country practice at the school three days a week and track twice. During that time, the Master Sgt in charge of JROTC met them. She said they would do well since they were runners, and so they came home with the enrollment packet.

We went over the rules and they included things about dressing neatly, following class rules, following rules at home, and obeying the law. Any arrests would put them off the team. If you've followed my blog, you know they have two each. Kayla's second one was never followed up on even though I called twice, so I let it go. I think JROTC is motive enough not to steal.

I love it because they hate being told what to do, but JROTC is all about being told what to do. Especially when it comes to wearing the uniform.

The MSgt called once because of something minor that had happened at school. I mentioned that one of the twins had become quite sassy in the past few days, and I don't know what was said, but it ended. The coach also expects good behavior.

Grades have always been a problem in the past. I got tired of it, and I told them I was going to let it fall where it falls, but the academic requirements are higher for JROTC than for sports, plus there are multiple camps they can attend if they have good achievement.

Kaleb is trying to earn money for the December camp, while Kayla has decided not to.



Jasmine started working at Dollar Tree, but has only worked two days so far. I need to get a picture of her with her name tag.

Last spring she signed up for a full schedule at our local college. Then she left for Honduras without asking when tuition was due. When she came back from her trip, she found out it was past due and she'd been dropped from all her classes. All but remedial math and Acting 1 were full. Rather than rework the whole schedule, we decided she'd just take those two as a way to adjust and not be overwhelmed. The math class credits won't count, but she has to have it due to her struggles with math. Unfortunately she is not passing it. Math will always be a struggling. But she is enjoying the acting class.

She tried out for Godspell and made second cuts, but it came down to the fact that the seniors and scholarship students had priority and she was cut. I would have loved for her to have been in it. It's a much better choice than some of them which I do not consider appropriate.

Tyler and I are now Sunday Amazon drivers. There is a lot more to it than I thought! By time I unload my roughly 120 packages, scan them all, reload them in the bin, then take them out and load them in order in the truck, I'm ready for nap!!! Then I spend the next four hours pretty much lost because the scanner's GPS is demon possessed or something.

Ty and I went to San Antonio for a writer's convention, and I'll write more about that later.

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