Training Time

So it turns out that I am now Head of Mathletics for smarty pants kids at my son’s school. I met with his teacher, investigatively, and as we talked about young sir and his stress and anxiety due to her (that was my Call the Midwife language), my additional concerns about math and lack of challenge came up. By came up, I mean stated bluntly by me. Well, it’s nearly impossible for me to talk about math without enthusiasm so even though I was remaining detached and allowing her to skewer herself on her own pointiness, which she did by the way (quite a few inaccuracies between her descriptions of things and my sons, some of which were independently corroborated in favor of the child), I emoted a bit about math. As I am wont to do.

There are a higher-than-usual number of math smartypantses in my son’s class, and the teachers are struggling a bit to provide all the mathiness that they need. I offered my services as a Math Olympiad personal trainer and coach, which was enthusiastically accepted. I figured that no matter what we did for the kiddo, school-wise, the benefits of me being more involved would be…beneficial. And it’s my dream to have one of my children follow in my steps as a Mathlete. Because awesome. So starting soon, intense math workouts will begin for about 12 kids (crap, they have now given me the whole grade). These kids are going to be sore. They’re just going to have to tough it out, though–get their puny little brains into hard core mathlete shape. Because I’m entering Math Olympiad to win, I mean we’ll grow as people and all that but really it’s a competition so let’s just admit it. We have about 20 kids (crap, they added the 4th grade too) so I’m thinking we’re looking at some strong prospects for asskicking, mathletically, here.

I still dislike this teacher. But math is cool, so we’ll see where that goes.