The phone call that changed my life forever...

This story begins about a few days ago. My mom and our friends mom (the same friends from my post: how to clean your child) left to go to a conference in New Mexico. Leaving us for an even longer period of time with all of our little siblings.

(Before I continue, let me point out that the best stories from my blog always come when my family is gone.)

The conference was for homeschooling, the highlights being in the speakers. One of the key ones had taught a class that my sister had watched. The other was- *horror music*- MY MATH TEACHER! some people may not know this about me, but I hate math. (No, that's not enough) I HATE MATH!!! No... I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE MMAAAAATTTTTHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
ah...that's better. I have hated math almost as long as I've taken it. And when I heard that my math teacher (The very one I watch in my videos) was going to be talking to my mom-I was terrified. Trigenomitry is the only way to go!! teach it to your kids! If they aren't learning it by junior high they are failing! And you too! It is the parent's job! But I soon regained my composure and simply asked my mom to give my math teacher a very grown up and sophisticated message.

"Hey, Mom? When you see my math teacher, shoot him in the eye. Thanks."

Yeah. It would've been awesome.

For some reason, though, my mom didn't give him the message-instead...well, I'll just record my exact feelings.

I was doing my hair up in the bathroom when Catey (my sister) came in.
"Mom wants to talk to you." She said, holding out the phone.
Ok. This was really frightening. When your mom is out of state, and she calls-asking for you...I'm in trouble...big trouble...what did I do? "Did mom sound angry?"
Catey just shrugged, so I got up my courage and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Joss?"
"Yeah...?"
"Hold on just a second......."....................
"...............HI Jocelyn!"
This probably wouldn't have seemed weird except for the fact that my mom had been repeating himself. But it wasn't my mom's voice. It was a man's.

"Ummmm...hi?"

"How are you?"

"Good, how are you..?"

"I'm good. Do you know who I am?"


"Noooo..."


"Well, let me sing this song for you-"

and at that moment, I knew who he was. I probably would've figured it out sooner if Catey and my friend hadn't been sticking their heads in my face, trying how to figure out who was talking to me. but I did figure it out...THE MYSTERY MAN WAS MY MATH TEACHER! I said that I knew him right as he started singing the 3 times tables.

I think I talked to him for about ten minutes, but all I could think about was what I was going to do to my mom when she got home to make her pay for what she'd done. BUT there was one important thing that I remember. the thing that changed my life forever! truly amazing! Something that makes me not hate my math teacher's guts!

He asked me where I was in math and I told him, then he asked me what lesson I was on and I didn't tell him, I just said I'd been having trouble with it and I was slightly behind. He said there wasn't any grade requirement for those books because everyone moves at their own pace; "Besides, what are you- seventeen?"

And there it was. I am a lot younger than seventeen. Not like a couple of months, not like just a year...but one big hunk of time! I'm ahead!!! I'm ahead!!! I told him to tell my mom that I was ahead and he said she was listening! Thanks to my math teacher I can take Algebra 1 slowly. Yay!

so maybe I don't want to shoot my math teacher in the eye anymore-but I'm just glad I don't have to do so much math!!!
Now if only my worldview teacher had been there too...