Yesterday was my music lesson, so I had to drive myself there. While I was on my way home, a rock flew into my windshield. I saw it coming and was powerless to stop it. It hit with such a loud crack, I said, “Son of a #@$%#!” I hadn’t been driving fast or through debris or behind a truck, so I can’t even imagine where the rock came from or how it could hit so hard. It chipped and cracked the glass. I’m not happy that my nice new car now has this scar, but I think my insurance includes full glass coverage, and I’m hoping I can get it fixed without a big fuss.
Middle-school report cards came out a couple of days ago. My husband and I were surprised to see that Livia had gotten a 2+ in one of her classes. I mentioned the grade to her, and she was also surprised. The next time she was in school, she asked her teacher, “How can I do better than a 2+ next time?” And her teacher said, “2+? That’s not right. I gave you a 4+!” So her teacher fixed the grade, and everyone is happy now. Well, except that the mistake had come from Livia’s grade being accidentally swapped with another student’s, so somewhere out there is a poor kid who went from a 4+ to a 2+ 🙁
