The young miss has an algebra test in a few hours. This semester has not been going well for her. She dropped off the soccer team partly because she insists she can bring up her math grade from a C. (Father’s aside here: I would have been willing to cut her slack on household chores rather than watch her quit her favorite sport in an attempt to rise to a B or B-minus.) For some reason, she’s tested very poorly in algebra the past several weeks. Homework assignments are the only thing keeping the fourth-quarter grade above an F.
She hasn’t been feeling well, either. She texted me to pick up wild cherry cough drops at the store. I texted back that I would and wished her luck on her test and that I would be praying. Her reply:
Thanks I forgot about til now lol but thank you :)
Last Friday I suggested she call a boy who is a good friend and who excels in math to help her study. She liked the idea … at the time. But I noted she spent about three hours on the computer yesterday afternoon doing some drawings and working on some artistic things she likes. I suspect her mind just drifted on this test.
It’s difficult for me not to nag. Or be perceived as nagging. The young miss is very independent and very self-directed. But sometimes, a young person has to take the initiative and ask for help. My wife tells me other parents are complaining about this math teacher. It might be that his tests are a little off-kilter. But I’m really reticent about jumping on a parent-complaint bandwagon. They do a lot of that in this town. The grade she gets, while important, is less essential than learning how to be a good math student. I didn’t learn how to be a good math student till I was a senior in college. And by then, I was already drifting out of a career in science.