Still. That's a LOT of teachers! Especially when there are long, slow lines for several of them.
Needless to say, we did not see all of them.
We didn't even try. We prioritized and went to the teachers who a) were giving out late pass slips to kids who brought their parents in; and/or b) needed to know that I was aware of the bad grades and what can he/she do to bring it up?
My son is currently failing art.
Yup. Go ahead. Laugh it up. I realize the irony of the art teacher's son failing art.
He has one missing assignment which the teacher will be happy to accept late, so that is a temporary condition, chuckles.
He is struggling in a couple of other classes, too. We have discovered that his Algebra 2 teacher primarily teaches AP Calculus and AP Stats... with just a couple of Alg. 2 classes thrown in. He is a tough teacher. However, I don't necessarily see that as a disadvantage. If Will can adapt to his teaching style, that will give him such a HUGE advantage later!
The most wonderful thing has happened! Helena loves all of her classes this year. She is happy. She is bubbly. She is excited to go to school and her grades reflect that! I am so glad she is enjoying her senior year.
IT IS SO NICE!
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Now. About that other item in the Post Title.
"Ginger".
That is just one of the obnoxious names used by people to put down red-haired people.
"Fire-Crotch" is another. I had honestly never heard of that second one until my son got upset at being call it.
Grrr! Nothing hurts a mom more than knowing your child is hurting, and you are powerless to make it stop.
Actually, that is not completely accurate. I am not completely powerless. I can build his self esteem and teach him that people who say such things are insecure and not worth listening to.
Still, you know the old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me"?
That is a lie.
Names do hurt. Even when you are confident. Even when you know they aren't true. Even when you know the person saying them isn't worth listening to.
Will went into the Chemistry room after school today to get caught up on a chem lab. There were lots of kids in there and the teacher was busy with another group on the other side of the room. A boy Will doesn't know came in and sat near some friends, and Will. For some reason only known to him, he started calling Will "Ginger" and saying "Gingers don't have a soul." And "You shouldn't bother going to seminary, because Gingers are all going to hell."
?!?
Really?!?
Will got up and left. He felt himself losing his temper and thought it would be best to remove himself from the situation. Of course, that meant that he did not get his chem lab done. Great. I contacted the teacher and the principal over the incident, because it qualifies as bullying. I have heard back from the teacher already, apologizing and hoping to figure out who the boy was. Will has no desire to point him out for the teacher, though, because he doesn't want to be shunned by other students as a 'snitch'. Instead, he wants me to sign him up for karate.
To me, "Ginger" doesn't sound very obnoxious. But then, I don't have to hear myself called that over and over for my entire life. I am sure some people might be using it as a friendly jibe. And I am even more sure that most of them are just being rude. And mean.
I kind of liken it to blonde jokes. Why do people think they need to tell me every blonde joke they've ever heard?
"Ha, ha! You're a blonde! You'll get a kick out of this!"
Really? You think so?
Think again.
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