World’s Worst Officemate November 23, 2015Posted by mareserinitatis in education, family, gifted, homeschooling, research, science, younger son.
Tags: biology, computers, gifted, homeschooling, office space, younger son
I have been working at home, trying to finish up this PhD thing once and for all. Earlier this year, the place I worked was shut down and so I figured that if I had any desire to stay in academia (which I do), the PhD thing is kind of a necessary evil.
Because of the job situation, however, I also ended up with a new officemate: my younger son. It was actually a combination of factors: private school is expensive, middle school is a cesspool of derision and contempt (and therefore not the best place to develop social skills), and, finally, the younger son really wanted to take high school biology and no one would let him. Except me, being the overindulgent parent I am.
I have to admit that he’s been a bit easier to deal with than his older sibling. It’s amazing how much easier this education thing is when you’re not dealing with ADHD. The younger son is amazingly self-sufficient and does a good job of keeping a schedule.
I have, however, discovered one major flaw in this plan. I had no idea how much middle schoolers talked. Mostly, he gets excited about the things he’s learning in his class, which really tickles me. However, he wants to share everything with me. Every. Thing. I have learned more about genes and cell processes and reproduction in the past two months than I probably did during my own high school biology class. I have learned about social and mental and physical health. I am beginning to speak Spanish with a level of proficiency that has not been present since my teens. And mostly, I see him being happy and excited about learning again.
Unfortunately, he’s not quite so receptive when I begin to talk about coding and arrays and debugging and compiler issues and, especially, writing. I have begun, as of late, to tell him that while I’m glad he’s learning, I really need him to let me focus on my work, too. Someday, if he has to share an office with someone, this will be good real life practice for not making them insane. At least he’s not asking to go out every ten minutes, like the dogs.