Bicycle riding. Indianapolis loving. Community encouraging. Grace exploring.
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
MY KIDS. People who treat any one of my kids bad...suck. There, I said it. For the most part, all four are treated well at school and among friends. They are bright, athletic, good looking, well-adjusted. But currently there is a varsity soccer coach who has turned my freshman son's confidence into jelly and an English teacher who has decided to make it really tough on his class just because they are all supposed to be "gifted and talented." Now I have officially whined. I feel better. Wish my son did.