Been a long while since I was able to blog and I have so many things I would love to write on. But I don't want to abuse my friend's patients with me using their computer so I will just make a quick entry. Miss you all and hopefully soon I will get my Internet back on.
Groucho Marx Zane
This pic is a few months old and my budding teen has changed alot in that short of time. Zane's 13th birthday is coming up and I am not taking it well. How quickly time passes. It makes me feel so old to look at him and see him getting zits and armpit hair and a deeper voice. It does not feel that long ago when I myself was in 7th grade. And of course as always Zane keeps life interesting. Teacher conferences will be fun this year.
In his Civic's class a few weeks ago his teacher handed out the lyrics and played Pink Floyd's song The Wall and encouraged them to see the movie with their parents because it was too violent for her to show in class. This kind of cheesed me.. first question "What does Pink Floyd have to do with Civics????" The some what sheltered child I have had no clue who they were and I had to explain my perplexity to him. Back in MY DAY.. and we have established already that was NOT that long ago, Pink Floyd was only understood and listened to in an altered state of mind.. basically. Am I wrong?? At least that is the popular perception.. all those acid bands.. well duh labeled that because the fans and most musicians did acid. It is one of those drug culture things and I tried to tactfully explain that to him while at the same time encouraging him to stay away from drugs. Zane said the song had something to do with being against and standing up to Nazis. I still fail to see it.
So a week or so goes by and what happens to be on VH1 Classic.. Pink Floyd's The Wall. We flipped on the last ten minuets... the part where kids in private school uniforms are on a conveyer belt being dumped into what turns out to be a meat grinder and the kids come out the other side all ground up. To my adolescent son who lately seems to be enthralled by anything with blood and guts thought that was very cool but I guess I am getting old because the suggestion made me want to vomit. And then it went on to kids rebelling against teachers and beating them up and groups of kids walking in a line with the same distorted mask on and then in song breaking free and throwing off the masks. I have no problem with a healthy aversion to authority and being an individual.. but I still fail to see any Nazis in those scenes or how it was appropriate for my son and his peers to be turned on to Pink Floyd by a teacher. Am I wrong? Am I over reacting?
So Monday Zane enthusiastically retells the scenes he saw from the movie to his friends in Civics class. And also tells the class that his mother said you can't understand Pink Floyd unless you are HIGH. OMG...while this is hilarious in a way.. it is not exactly what I would of wished he would repeat to his class and teacher. I didn't say you HAD to be high to enjoy Pink Floyd..I was not encouraging drug use at all.. he some what twisted what I said.. oh how embarrassing. Like I said, Parent Teacher Conferences will be interesting this year.
Another mile stone this last week is AnnMarie went to her first Dare Dance. She was so excited as she leapt out of the car and said "See you later mom, byeeee" and ran to the door to go to the dance. I just cried and cried. I don't know why.. I should be glad my kids are blooming and gaining more independence from me. I know what it is..that darn Grandmother's Curse again.. is this how my mother felt when I was going into my teens? (although my kids are not half the trouble I was) Yes Mom.. go ahead and laugh!
