Stars
September 21, 2010
When I was in elementary school the teacher would stick star stickers on our foreheads for being good at school. Often the stars would come loose and the teacher would reattach them with strip of scotch tape across our foreheads. I remember being so excited to show my mother my stars. When we got home at night I would peel the tape off, along with a layer of skin and some of my hair, and stick the tape with stars on the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
I guess in the past 30+ years the practice of sticking stickers to the foreheads of children has gone out of favor, which makes me a little bit sad, but in its place Miles has a little Behavior Book that comes home every day. And in the book the teacher draws stars. Different colored stars.
Every afternoon Miles comes home, throws his stuff down on the floor and pulls out his book. Green stars are your normal, average good day stars. Yellow stars mean you had to be talked to about something. Red stars mean you were “super bad.” I’m not sure what exactly you have to do to be “super bad,” but it must be bad.
But blue stars? Those are the most coveted. They mean that you were extra special good.
Oh yeah, baby.
Miles would like you to ignore the two yellow stars. He says he was not playing when the teacher was talking and he most definitely was not throwing rocks at the playground during recess. In fact they are not yellow AT ALL. They are LIGHT LIGHT GWEEN.
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