Well, today has been a rough day for Master Preston, Jon and me. This year has turned out to not be like his previous. He actually has to think and do for himself at school because he’s in middle school now. Because of his injured arm, headaches and just plain ole being lazy and not caring, his report card was not what I expected it to be. Honestly, he’s smart. He’s probably one of the smartest in his classes. When he does actually do his work he’s a 100 student. His science grade is almost 100. Math is also one of his other best classes, but his grade is nowhere near a 100. So, with 2 F’s, 2 C’s a B and an A (almost 100). This has broken my heart. These are lower than they were when I went to school on September 26th to figure out what his problems were for the progress report grades. WTF!!!! I have a straight high A student. Preston is super smart! But he’s super lazy too (he did not get that from me). He’s used to Elementary school where the teacher coddles him. He’s not used to having to be 100% responsible for his work. He’s quick to make excuses or blame others for why he’s not doing what HE needs to do. I jumped on parent portal tonight, which is where EVERYTHING is, but I only knew about it half way through this semester, and quickly went through every single assignment and grade for his classes with him. In Math (his best subject besides Science), Preston is failing because he hasn’t turned in his work. When he does turn it in, he doesn’t show his work. I asked him tonight how he comes up with the answers. “I do it in my head.” So I said…”Ok, I know that 2+2=4 in my head, but if the paperwork says to show my work, I write down 2+2=4. So friggin easy!!!!” The work he does turn in and shows his work on he gets 100s. 100s!!!!! Grrrr! In ELA (yeah I had to ask what that means and Jon did too tonight). In English and Language Arts, Master Preston has an F. Why? Because he has to take notes in class of the story that they are reading, and then on the open note quizzes he doesn’t know where his notes pages are. You read that correctly! He is failing ELA due to his horrible grades in his OPEN NOTE QUIZZES!!! Ermagawd you have to be kidding me. Master Preston has a C in Band. Why? Because he made 0’s on his weekly practice sheets. I asked him tonight why he didn’t turn in his practice sheets and his response was…..are you ready……”I don’t know what those are.” I responded “Did you ask the teacher?” “No.” He didn’t ask what they were. The things she’s asking for each week. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH You don’t even have to be good when you practice. You can actually be HORRIBLE and still make 100’s on turning in your practice sheets that are just weekly logs of when and how long he practiced his drumming. I’m going to lose my mind. But wait.....there’s more. His other C is in History. He made 100’s…..then 90’s….then 80’s….the last two things he took he failed. When asking him about that tonight..”It’s getting harder.” My response “Son, everything that was easy in school and life has already passed. Literally it’s gone and in the past. Everything you do from here on out, you will have to actually try, study and put forth effort to actually do well in it. Welcome to not being a baby and child anymore. Finally, we move to the last one that drove me absolutely bonkers tonight. He has a B in PE. How does one have a B in PE. If you attempt to do what the coach wants you to do, you make a 100. Know why he’s got a B in PE. He doesnt dress out in his gym clothes. What the eeeeefffffff!?!?!?! I am going to lose my mind. So, after this 2 hour discussion that somewhere involved me, Jon, Chris and definitely Preston for the entire 2 hours, I had to take a break. I almost broke down and lost it towards the end of the meeting of the intelligent minds tonight. He doesnt care that he’s failing. He’s only upset that he upset me and that he can’t play video games or watch tv. @##@$#%@$%#^@%$@%$@#$ I went outside, drank a beer, Jon came and hugged me because he knew how bad this bothered me and I cried. I feel like I have failed to keep my child from being like someone we won’t mention whose mother told me “I didn’t make him do anything and let him do what he wanted because I picked my battles.” Unfortunately those genes run deep. To top it all off, Preston is also being bullied in school. That is not adding to this either. So Master Preston went to bed tonight after the talk, dinner, chores, reading and playing with some toys in the living room floor. Finding out that he didnt even get to have tv when going to bed was the icing on the cake. He cried himself to sleep tonight. I may do the same.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 02:37:52 +0000
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