Toss the Confetti!

So as a homeschooler in North Carolina, you have to have your child take an end of year standardized test. When we first started homeschooling, I have to admit, I sort of felt like the tests were a measurement of me as a teacher. As time went on...well, I still sort of felt that way but Nick became more self-taught and so the pressure was really more on him.

Saturday Nick went for his test. He gets extreme test anxiety and there are a couple of different types of tests that we could do, so I chose the one that would cause the least amount of anxiety. Early Saturday morning we were up and out the door by 8:10 A.M. and were on our way. I asked Nick if he slept well. No. I asked if he had studied. No. Great. Now I've got anxiety.

The proctor who was doing the test was a gentleman who I had only met a time or two and Nick didn't know at all. When we arrived, he told me that I could leave. For 90 minutes. What is a mom to do with 90 minutes gifted to her?? I shopped the Wal-Mart. It was glorious. I had no real purpose, I just wandered around. Then, when I could wander no more, I purchased a bag of beautiful green grapes and a Star magazine and drove back to the testing site, sat in the car and ate and read. It was good.

Oh...and how did Nick do? Well, let me put it to you this way, he is in the 12th grade and he scored, on average, on grade 17 and 18!!! I was overwhelmed. The proctor is a high school teacher and he just gushed and raved about Nick. Needless to say, my son's ego was out of control but I thought it was well deserved. GO NICK!! I'm just so proud of him.

My boy totally rocks.