This year, as with every year, I bought my son the school planner with his school supplies so that he could keep on task and know what his assignments are and when they are due.
It's my job, no, my RESPONSIBILITY to make sure he is given the tools he needs to be successful in life. To teach him how to organize and keep up with his stuff. So that when he's older, he has a better chance at keeping a job and completing projects. And getting married.
An assignment planner is just the first step in a long line of stepping stones to reach the other side of the river, the lake of success and finding your dreams!!
I've seen it in his binder.
I know he out it there...
However, the other day, he came home with Sharpie written all over his hand.
"Donny, what's all over your hand?" I asked, thinking it just might be a girl's phone number.
"It's my homework," he replies.
"That's not where you're supposed to write your homework! What if you wash your hands and then can't remember what your assignment is?!" I'm horrified.
"That's why I use sharpie," he says in his matter-of-fact manner.
Oh.
Hunh.
So much for that fancy planner.
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