MCAS

We are very thankful that H and M seem to have a "healthy" relationship with school and learning in general. 

They take it seriously, try to do their best and (thankfully) do quite well. 
They don't flip out about deadlines and such but they are very diligent about not waiting until the last minute and this makes both G and me very happy. 
They study, don't make themselves sick about how well they'll do but surely do all that they can to get a good grade.
They prepare and, for the most part, just keep on keepin' on.

That is until it is MCAS season.  And then, they turn in to this kid. And worry about every moment of the damn tests.  Why they think they'll suddenly forget how to write a coherent sentence, understand fractions or long division (or whatever the hell it's called now) is beyond me. 

It's really funny to watch. And yet, I can't wait for MCAS to be over.