It’s that time again.

My 14 yr old’s grades came in the mail today. AR got an A in Art (no surprise there at all), an A in Physical Education (again, no suprise), a C in Science and English, a B in Social Studies, and an F in Careers.

What? An F in Careers? For real?

AR and I had the following conversation:

Me: What the fuck is up with the F in Careers? You don’t plan on having one so you figured, Fuck it?

AR: It’s supposed to be a D.

Me: Really? And how’s that better than an F?

AR: It’s passing.

Me: Seriously, what’s the problem in Careers?

AR: My teacher is too soft. He’s not hard enough on me. He doesn’t yell at me like my other teachers.

Me: Really? I suppose I’m too soft on you too since you don’t seem to worry about me seeing an F on your report card. Besides, teachers aren’t parents. Yelling at you is my job.

AR: (silence)

Me: If you can get a C in Science, you can certainly get an A in Careers – because you hate Science and Careers can’t possibly be harder than Science.

AR: (silence)

Me: No internet past 8 o’clock. Get your homework done and shut down your laptop.

AR: Aww man! That’s not fair. It’s not my fault.

Me: I know. It’s never your fault.

AR is an intelligent young man and he’s an extremely talented artist. See his art work here. I’m assuming he’s bored stiff in Careers and all he ever does is show up. I shouldn’t be too hard on him because I failed Typing class in middle school. I mean, come on. How hard could that class have been? I think I hated the idea that the class was full of girls who were all training to be somebody’s secretary someday.

My next parenting task for the day: find out why I haven’t seen any grades for my 16 yr old in 2 months.

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