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Matric finals – here we go!


Wow. I can’t believe it!

Son#1 and his friends are into the home stretch of their school careers.
Good luck you guys xxx


Back left to right:  Son#2, moi, Son#1
Front: good friends, all grown up.

What a boytjie!


Son#1 stands proudly
(read: highly embarrassed – Mom, HURRY UP and take the damn picture before someone SEES!)
in front of his matric art exhibition, for which he was awarded 3rd place and
received a brilliant A!

I’m so proud of you, my baby 😀


And the verdict is …

So this afternoon, the X and I met with the educational psychologist who assessed Son#2 a few weeks ago.

The assessment was done because he didn’t pass Grade 8 last year and both the school and we, as parents needed to know exactly what was going on with him – to see if there was possibly some underlying learning disability that’s contributing to an otherwise VERY bright child not performing to his academic potential.

Turns out there is.

Son#2 has problems with reading and writing. At the age of 15, he is only able to read and write at the level that a 10 year old is able to. This obviously impacts on every area of his school work and that is why he’s been struggling so much.

So … we’ve been given the names of 2 ladies who specialise in dealing with young adults experiencing problems at school as a result of these disabilities and we’re going to get him in to start therapy with one of them asap. It’s going to mean many months of therapy and he’s going to have to work really hard to get up to speed.

This isn’t great news, of course. But in some ways I’m really relieved because the underlying problem has now been identified (and it’s nothing as sinister as I had imagined) and we can now start with a solution!

Look ma, no hair!

Good hair means curls and waves
Bad hair means you look like a slave
At the turn of the century
Its time for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off
Like a South African beauty
Or get in on lock
Like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight
Like Oprah Winfrey
If its not what’s on your head
Its what’s underneath and say HEY….

I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectations no no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am a soul that lives within

If I wanna shave it close
Or if I wanna rock locks
That don’t take a bit away
From the soul that I got


Meanwhile, at the other school …

Son#1 is killing it WOOHOO!!!

I’m ridiculously proud of that boy – he’s doing SO damn well 😀

He showed me his first set of marks for the year and although he’s a bit miffed about narrowly missing out on a B aggregate, I’m crazy happy with his results!! (He was above average on everything, apart from Geography and Science, which means he just needs to put in some more study time.)

He’s working hard and he’s keeping up with the rigorous Grade 12 schedule – that’s totally awesome considering that last year was just about a write-off for him school-wise.



He’s a very lucky young man

I just got a call from The School regarding the punishment decided on for Son#2’s latest “indiscretion.”

(You can read about that here)

Anyway, the deal is that he’s going to get a written warning from them tomorrow, detention on Friday, and he’s going to have one of his privileges taken away – and they’ve gone for the jugular here: he has to cut his hair!!!

I am SO flipping relieved that he’s not going to be expelled!

What does Son#2 think of it?

“NO!! NOT MY HAIR!?!? I’d rather be expelled.”

Yip, the little man sure loves his long locks but hellz bellz, a haircut over getting expelled? That’s a no brainer.

Take the haircut and RUN my boy!