Oliver brought home his conduct sheet the other day. There were 2 C’s, 1 B and 1 blank space, and I have no idea what that means.
B’s are pretty normal for him. He just can’t manage to be quiet. Or sit still. Or follow directions. And most teachers recognize that and don’t give him a whole lot of crap for it. So he gets B’s.
But C’s?? That’s a slippery slope. Pretty soon the C’s turn into D’s and the D’s turn into F’s.
And I hate to punish him for talking conduct marks. Mostly because I’ve come to realize over the last 6 years that he just can’t help it, he has a big mouth. But also because if I did then the boy would be grounded every day.
So I normally let those slide.
This time I had to crack the whip.
We talked and I told him that if they weren’t pulled up into B’s by next week that his weekend plans would be in jeopardy.
Because I’m mean.
That was the same night that he didn’t get to go to fencing because he hadn’t finished his homework in time.
Because I’m cruel.
And then, the next morning he called me at work moderately hysterical because the dogs had eaten his conduct sheet.
Because I’m heartless.