Transitions
Tonight was the transition meeting for Christopher from 8th to 9th grade. That's right, he'll be starting high school in the fall, class of 2014. You would think it was scary, your oldest going to high school. Truthfully, that's not what scared me. It was the academic load he'll need to carry and the tough requirements colleges these days have to get in.
Unfortunately, his track record in middle school does not fill me with confidence that he can excel in high school and get the grade which he's capable. It doesn't seem to bug him that much when homework doesn't get turned in, assignments get turned in late, and his grades take a hit when his assingments are not in on time. And his organizational skills are poor which doesn't seem to bother him either. As an example, he wanted to get school logo gear when wrestling season started. So we wrote out a check for what he wanted and gave it to him to give to his coach. This was in December. I went through his backpack about a week and a half ago and guess what I found in the bottom? That's right, the envelope with the check. His response? "I could have sworn I gave that to my coach." Which would be funny if it wasn't for the fact he does this ALL THE TIME.
I hope tonight put some of the fear of God in him. He keeps saying he wants to get in a good college, but not the way he's going now. If the fear of God doesn't work, then I'll put the fear of me in him. He's going to do well in high school if it kills him. And it might.
Unfortunately, his track record in middle school does not fill me with confidence that he can excel in high school and get the grade which he's capable. It doesn't seem to bug him that much when homework doesn't get turned in, assignments get turned in late, and his grades take a hit when his assingments are not in on time. And his organizational skills are poor which doesn't seem to bother him either. As an example, he wanted to get school logo gear when wrestling season started. So we wrote out a check for what he wanted and gave it to him to give to his coach. This was in December. I went through his backpack about a week and a half ago and guess what I found in the bottom? That's right, the envelope with the check. His response? "I could have sworn I gave that to my coach." Which would be funny if it wasn't for the fact he does this ALL THE TIME.
I hope tonight put some of the fear of God in him. He keeps saying he wants to get in a good college, but not the way he's going now. If the fear of God doesn't work, then I'll put the fear of me in him. He's going to do well in high school if it kills him. And it might.
Comments
Brighton: I hope you're right. One of my middle school teacher friends tells me similar things.