Letter to the Teacher

Soupo’s teacher sent some homework home already. But not for the actual student in her class. Oh no, no, no. She sent home a project for me. This is what she was asking for:

I (that “I” would be Soupo’s teacher) would greatly appreciate it if you (that “you” would be me)would take the time to write us (like she’s the freaking queen or something) a letter about your child. What is your child like? What are the things you, as a parent, know that would be important for me to know? What are your child’s interests, strengths, weaknesses? Do you have any particular goals you would like to see your child achieve this year? I want to know how your child thinks and plays and how you see your child as a learner and person.
You still with me? Still there? I almost didn’t make it myself. And it’s for my kid.

Okey-dokey, let’s see what we (this would be me now) can do on the letter front. I came up with this:

My Esteemed Mrs. Soupo’s Teacher, (I don’t know the lady well enough to tell if she’s “dear” to me or not. I’m guessing “not”.)

Shall we discuss Soupo? Yes, we shall. He’s a nice kid, I guess. He doesn’t generally smell too much, and he is rather polite. He gets on well with other children and he hardly ever steals cars, or knocks over liquor stores. He should be an asset to your classroom. As long as no one mentions “Stubenville”. The Stubenville Incident still haunts his dreams. So if he falls asleep in class, it’s not that you’re very boring, it’s just been another night of “Stubenville Dreams”.

Soupo is a fairly good student. He’s still very enthusiastic student and he genuinely enjoys learning. He does well with the organized schedule. He’s really the creature of habit.

His strengths are many. He is a serious, focused student. And he’s very concerned with others. He’s very caring. But not in a girly way. Nope, not girly, our Soupo.

I feel his weaknesses are mostly upper body. Have you seen his arms? Spaghetti! Those bird legs are nothing to crow about either. (Get it? “Bird legs”, “crow”? I crack me up!) He can also be whiny baby if he doesn’t get his way. So always give in to any of his demands. It’s just for the best.

Let’s see, anything else? I think you should institute Pie Day for all the good kids in your class. Every week you should give them pie. Apple pie for preference, but even a nice Boston Creme would do in a pinch. But no lemon meringue. It’s hard to make a good meringue, and those kids are just not worth the effort what with their undeveloped palates.

Academically Soupo is pretty much on track. I’d like it if he were a super-genius, but frankly I don’t see that happening, which is really sad since I also don’t think he should rely on a sports scholarship, if you know what I mean. Do they give scholarships for stage crew in the Drama Department at most colleges? He could probably excel at that. Or not. You never can tell with the boy.

Have a good year with these heathens. Although since you’re pounding out another kid of your own (Mrs. Soupo’s Teacher is due around January. So when the kids come back from Christmas break they get a new teacher. Like getting the new “Darrin” on Bewitched), you don’t even have to put up with them for the whole year. Go you!

Yer pal,
-Rue. (Soupo’s real Dad)

The Little Woman felt it needed a re-write.
I don’t know why.
-Rue.

Hi Rue!

In other news, Katcha got off to his first day of Kindergarten without a hitch. He just hopped on the bus and away he went.

The Little Woman, on the other hand, did not take it as stoically as the boy. “What if he gets lost? What of he doesn’t know what stop to get off when the bus comes back? What if bears get into the school and eat all the kids up?” She had a lot of questions. I figure the school has been doing this “Kindergarten” thing for years now, and they know what they’re doing.

Plus they probably have “bear insurance”.

So everything will be just fine. We’ll find out at 12:30 when he gets home.

Well, good on you, rue! You didn’t let the MMPers down! :slight_smile: I already replied to last weeks and I’m too lazy to do anything but link to it, if anybody at all is interested.

I think you should send your reply as is. It is a gem.

Hi Elysian! You’re first! But did you even read the post first? Hmmm?

I tried, but I got distracted. I was on the line about Soupo not being girly and then…ooh, shiny. But I will be good and read it again and maybe my next post will have some content :slight_smile:

I don’t feel we really need to read these things. We know you well enough now to venture a pretty fair guess.

Rue! You made it on time after all! Mondays are bad enough without being deprived of my MMP fix. (I tell you, it’s tough on those Mondays when the US inconsiderately has a non-matching holiday and I have to endure a whole Monday MMP-less at the office.)

In other news, I helped my sister cut baseboards, reformatted my secondary hard drive, got my hair & beard trimmed, washed the car, and made veal Parmiagana with pasta primavera and broccolis for supper on Sunday. Saturday, I watched the Blues Brothers. Eh, it all evens out to a fairly active weekend.

Silly Rue. We don’t have to read your OP to hijack it…

I like your letter–and I think you should send it as is. If the teacher doesn’t find it funny, then there is no help for her. If she does find it funny–Soupo will have a good half year.

How old is Soupo? I’m guessing 7?

Stubenville? Is that anywhere near Steudenville, Ohio? "cause we used to run over to there to get beer when we were in high school in Pittsburgh sometimes.

Bears are a very real concern with kindergarten kids, Rue I think the Little Woman is right to worry of such things. Usually, though, the bears are pandas, and if you dress your kid in bamboo it becomes a problem. But she should have let you send in your letter. Can you make yours and attachment to the “official” letter fronm the DeDay household?

Crap.
Steubenville. Gaudere’s Law in action once again.

I take it back, no content for you, Rue. I need to take a puppy for a walk and don’t have time for any reading nonsense. Rots your brain, you know.

Beware of that teacher Rue. You’re next assignment will probably be an essay detailing your shower ritual. She’s a strange one! Or, maybe she’ll send you a letter asking you what grades Soupo should get. Give him all A’s except in penmanship. That should get a B+. That’s just to keep him from gettin’ the bighead about being an all A’s kid.

By the way, we bears do not eat the kindergartners. We just want their chocolate milk.

In other news:

There’s these two people I know. Well, I know ‘em because they are friends of friends. Ok, some backstory. Remember I threw a party on Saturday for two friends who have birthdays on the same day? Well, they are the friends that are friends of these two people I know. So, the two people were there Saturday cause, well, my friends invited them. Since it was their party, they got to invite folks. I’m nice like that. Anyways, these two people? For some reason I always thought it was like a mother and her son. Son (or so I thought son, but he isn’t) is all adult like and all. Saturday, I find out they’re married! She’s like at least 25 years older than him. She’s also not real ummm… pleasant to look at and he’s really, really handsome. She’s also real loud when she’s drunk. I witnessed that first hand Saturday. And apparently she’s cheating on him with a man her own age or something like that. It might be that she wants to cheat on handsome hubby with a man her own age but the man her own age doesn’t want to aid and abet in said cheating. It was really confusing. I sorta kinda learned this from my friends (for whom the party was thrown) and from overhearing her very loud conversation with potential cheating man that she engaged in over the phone. I wasn’t being rude and eavesdropping, she was just real loud and besides she was standing right there by the boiled peanuts and I wanted me some boiled peanuts! Don’t get between me and the boiled peanuts is all I’m sayin’.

I had a yard full of rednecks at my house Saturday. That’s ok cause I even knew most of 'em and they are fun to party with but they are a case study in redneckery.

Oh and yesterday, after church, we had a reception for this couple’s 50th wedding anniversary. I got to pop corks on champagne bottles and pour. I really, really like popping corks. I even know how to do it without making the loud pop, but it’s only fun when you get the loud pop. It’s also fun to let the cork go flying but since it was all inside and in the Parish Hall to boot, I didn’t do that.

So, how was everybody elses weekend?

Rue, I think you should definitely send your letter–preferably written in crayon–along with anything the Little Woman decides to send. Teacher will appreciate your honesty regarding Soupo’s faults, and maybe set him some weight work to help that upper body deficiency.

I had a lovely-yet-exhausting weekend. I sold almost nothing at my first-ever crafty-fair-thing, but I’m not discouraged. (Okay, I was a little discouraged, then decided that it wasn’t worth getting upset about because it was almost better to give a good portion of it away to my friends for free. Sure, I took a loss, but I also don’t have to carry it all back up to my apartment, now.)

I bought some cool bumper stickers, spent the day chatting with the nice lady at the table behind mine, then had an in-depth conversation with my ex about everything from the meaning of life to whether or not he ever gave me back my green flannel shirt. It’s probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had, including when we were together. Which just goes to show that it is possible to be friends with someone you once thought you were going to marry. It just takes a little while. And he needs to take his head out of his ass and grow up. Once you’ve got that out of your way, everything’s fine. :slight_smile:

I got to see my new goddaughter, who is absolutely beeyootifull, and inform her that I will be the person to come to when she needs help with evil plans. My best friend then introduced herself and volunteered to take her to get her first tattoo.

And then it took us a very, very, very long time to get home. I am tired. And Connecticut still hates us. The feeling is mutual.

Bear Insurance! I used to love to read the school Bear Insurance forms! 'If a Bear eats:

Two limbs … Full face value
One limb and an eye … Full face value
One eye and a limb below the wrist/ankle … One half face value

Great gory stuff for kids to read.

Hi, Rue! Another vote for sending the letter as is.

Draelin, sorry you didn’t sell anything. People just don’t know what they are missing.

Yeah, I’m sorry too, but I’ll survive. :slight_smile: Everybody who stopped to look got a kick out of our name, at least, so that’s something. And watching my friends loot the back of my car after we got home might have been worth the whole trip.

So, is he home yet? Huh? Huh?

I think my school experience would have been a *whole *lot different if my parents had sent a letter to my teacher like the one **Rue **wrote!

It’s finally 'maters season around here and people are giving them away. So I had some really good fresh mater sauce on Friday night and then maters with Mom’s home-grown basil and some mozz cheese on Saturday. Does it get any better than that??

I had company on Saturday (hence the maters with basil and mozz cheese) and on Friday I emailed to ask if they liked salmon. Well, my email was down on Saturday morning and when I tried to call them their line was busy. So I went ahead with salmon. And one of them doesn’t like salmon. :frowning: I felt bad about that. But it was tasty and not too salmon-like so it wasn’t TOO bad.

Sunday was an official Relaxation Day. Pillow Talk was on AMC and I’ve never seen that so that was fun. Old movies are good on Relaxation Days.

I went to the dentist this morning. They said all kinds of nice things about my teeth and the way I take care of them. So I actually like the dentist because they’re always nice to me and say nice things to me. (It’s very easy to get me to like someone.)

Now it’s the countdown to my Big Trip. Chicago on Friday (leaving at 6:45 am!!), meeting **KeithT **there and hanging out for the day before going to WI, hanging out in WI until Tuesday morning when I fly to Vegas for a work convention, then working real hard while in Vegas (yeah… right) until Friday. I think the Vegas portion of the trip is going to involve significant amounts of time by the pool. :smiley: