I think we’ve been over this before: I’m a horrible person. H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E.
Last week was parent-teacher conferences for Thing 1. She’s in middle school now, so I guess they’re sort of a big deal… So The Boss and I go to the conference (leaving Thing 1 at a soccer game with some friends/family) to meet and talk with her teachers. Of course The Boss works in the school, so she already knows everyone. Me? Not so much. On the way The Boss tells me that Thing 1 told someone in band that she was afraid she was failing Social Studies. Well turns out, she was right. She got an A-. For reference, see the first 2-3 seconds here:
Her teacher said she was doing great, and was an awesome kid to have in her class. All good things. Whew! To be fair, the Social Studies curriculum is very difficult and she has one of the top grades in her class.
We go around to most of her other teachers and as it turns out in her core subjects she is a straight A student. The important (to me) classes: math and science she has a 95 and a 98 respectively. Woot! I am so proud of my little girl for really blossoming this year and for doing so well. Of course I’m a cynical pain-in-the-butt and can’t ever actually say that I’m proud of her without first poking fun and/or making a joke of things.
Back to the soccer game we go.
I walk right up to her majesty, Thing 1, and beckon her to come see me.
“I. SAID. COME. HERE.” At this point her friends have shocked looks on their faces.
She gets up and walks the couple of steps to me “What?”
“Why are you failing Social Studies?!?” Her friends jaws drop to the bottom of the bleachers
“You heard me: WHY ARE YOU FAILING SOCIAL STUDIES?!?” Yes, I did raise my voice a bit.
A terrified 12 year old responds: ”Daddy, I’msosorryit’sreallyhardandI’mdoingmybest,honestlyit’shardandI’mdoingtheverybestIcan!!!!!”
“A 92 is unacceptable! How could you only get an A-!” A smile ghosts across her face
“Daddy!” Her friends, relieved, bust out laughing. ”That was the best thing I’ve ever seen” – Thing 1′s friend
I get a hug and go back to my seat. Later, I told her the rest of her grades and how proud of her I was/am.