Tuesday, December 16, 2008
John Paul Jones
Ten o'Clock. Parenting. Eli stayed home sick today and had to finish a big project on John Paul Jones. If you care to check my high school yearbook (1978) you will find beneath my disgusting photo, my quote: "To the establishment: we have not yet begun to fight." This alluded to my feminist activities at Bronx Science, where I was doing battle over Title IX. Remember that? Integration of sports? Now the girls on Eli's 5th grade basketball team complained that they don't like to play with the boys so all the B-ball teams are separated by gender. Soccer is still mixed though. Other than the fact that I plagiarized JPJ's line, I have nothing in common with the dude and the reason Eli picked him was probably because Jones got to fire a lot of cannons off his battle ships. I'm so wiped out from helping him with his testosterone report, almost as wiped out as I am from finishing my MFA. I'm giving myself 3 stars for being a great parent, even though I am not always appreciated as such. "Mom, whose report is this anyway?!" (He wrote, "Jones, the name the U.S. Navy worship." I tried to tell him Navy was singular and that it should read "worships.") My MFA means nothing around here.