LET'S GO TO THE BAHAMA'S

Last week, my daughter brought home an assignment for a project to be due this week. Her class is learning about different countries around the world, and each student was assigned a specific country to gather information about and put together a project on a half sheet of poster board detailing facts and information about that country. On friday, they are having a "tasting party" where each student is to bring in a food that is commonly eaten in the assigned country. When Megan brought the assignment home, we both were excited about it. I have actually looked forward to her first "major" assignment like this. I LOVED doing projects like this when I was a kid. I remember doing one specific project on the Pueblo Indians, and though I don't recall one single fact about them at the ripe old age of 33, I do remember getting an A+ on my 3D project of a Pueblo Indian village! (not to brag, haha). So I promised Megan we'd get started on her project the coming weekend, and I laid the assigment sheet down on the dining room table to read it later......


FAST FORWARD to today. Here is the conversation I had in the car on the way home from school:
MOM: How was your day?
MEGAN: Good...you know what?
MOM: What?
MEGAN: My project is due tomorrow.
MOM: What project?
MEGAN: You know...the "BE-HOH-MAAAAS"
MOM: Oh, I almost forgot, you have to take food for a tasting party. OK.

Then Ryan starts talking to her and we move on to a different conversation. At this point, I am thinking all I have to do is go to the grocery store and buy a few "Carribean" types of food to pass off as a Bahamian delicasse! FAST FORWARD to the conversation I had at 7:00 tonight.

MEGAN: MOM! Are we going to do my project now?
MOM: Yeah, I'm going to the store to get some Bahama food for you in just a few minutes.
MEGAN: OK...but my tasting party isn't until Friday.
MOM: (confused), OH! Well, do you have to take the food to school tomorrow? (which wouldn't make sense if they weren't going to eat it until Friday...so that was a stupid question!)
MEGAN: NO! I have to take my project tomorrow.

Suddenly, there is a slight memory if a project beginng to take form in my mind. I knew about the food....but couldn't remember about the other.

MOM: Megan, where is the assignment paper you brought home about your project and we'll read over it to be sure we know what we're supposed to do.
MEGAN: I don't know...I gave it to you, what did you do with it? (She says, with her hands up in the air...all sassy-like. Normally, that might irritate me, but hey...she's got a point)
MOM: I don't know where it is...lets look.


She tries to help me, but unfortunately, my daughter has inherited "man disease" when it comes to looking for anything! You know...the MAN comes to the WOMAN who did not wear his belt last, and asks "Have you seen my belt?". It's a constant scenario in our home...man loose belt...wife must have done something with it. Man says he looked everywhere...even in the floor. Wife walks to his side of bed and finds belt. (Sorry to any men reading this part of the post...it's just a sore subject in our house).


ANYWAY...BACK TO THE ORIGIONAL TOPIC.


Once I find the sheet, it's nearly 8pm, and I realized Dad has to go out to the store after all, but not for Carribean food....for glue, posterboard and construction paper. Megan and I head to the internet and print off pictures relating to the Bahamas...the contry flag, the scenary, the currency, a map of the islands, etc. Megan had the best time cutting, and gluing and I snapped a few pics. Her project turned out fine for a first timer, and she was very proud of it. She did most of the work...I did have to help her a few times. But here is the Project:























Hopefully, this isn't going to set a bad example for getting future projects done. I really didn't intend for my childhood days of procrastination on school work to spill over into my child.