So I did it. I went to the IB school and signed the papers saying that I was officially withdrawing Rhino from the urban public school system, social justice, and life as we know it. And now I would like to withdraw from something else, but I’m not sure exactly what it is.
Rhino is in the slightly eviscerated greenish recliner next to me crying that she needs a schedule. When I pointed out that it is hard to develop a schedule when one poisons oneself with mangoes, babysits in the middle of the day, and reschedules one’s volunteer work, she did her inimitable Rhino wail, “I don’t want to fail!” to which I replied, “Fail what?” Rhino had to think about that, and then concluded, “Life.” After which she said she was gong to bed, which apparently is code for texting on her cell phone in the kitchen.
On the up side, she did show up for my class yesterday. And she started her environmental science lab. She is about a third of the way through Cold Mountain (I think I’ll finish the war unit by having her read WWI era poet Wilfred Owen’s “The Parable of the Old Man and the Young,” which for your edification, is pasted in its entirety at the end of this post). And she said that the biology class is “challenging” but that’s good becuase she feel like she’s learning something. On the other hand, she said that the rumor that AP Environmental Science is easier than the other AP sciences is “LIES!”
Just to let you know, I’m not planning on slaying anybody, nor am I hearing angel voices, and there are no rams in my thicket. But here’s the poem:
The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went
And took the fire with him, and a knife
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, my Father
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burt offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.