Yellow

Yellow. It used to be one of my favorite colors. I think I still like purpley blue the best, but yellow was a close second. These days yellow has a new connotation.

See, when you're a good little boy in school, you're on "green". I guess green means go, go, go. And that's good because Noah does like to go. Then, if you're a little bit bad, say you accidentally stick your tongue out at someone, or perhaps you accidentally bark like a dog with a friend during class; then you "turn your card" to yellow. Caution, you're on yellow and headed for red.

There used to be an orange, before red, but that is SO first grade. Now we go right from yellow to red baby.

We were pretty familiar with yellow last year. It was a twice, thrice a week occurrence. We were regulars in yellow territory. A little bit bad on a regular basis. I tried bribery, remindery and angry, to no avail. If standardized tests are accurate, so too is the card turning system because Noah did not vary.

This year hopes were high. We have undoubtedly the best 2nd grade teacher in the school; she is WONDERFUL. Noah loves her, we love her, things have been going well.

Last week one yellow creeped in, this week, two days in a row. Today? I'm already feeling like it's a yellow day for some reason and I haven't even picked him up from school. I'm trying not to overreact. Maybe it just a fluke. Would it be better NOT to say anything about it? I mean who didn't stick their tongue out at a friend in 2nd grade every day? Or bark for that matter. I'm sure I barked during the occasional spelling test.

It's the teachers way of controlling behavior and reminding. Not mine. Maybe I should stay out of it unless it's red. I just don't know.

What I do know? I really don't like yellow anymore. I think I'll just stick to asking him how he did on his spelling test today. Ignorance is bliss.