First semester grades are out. My son missed getting straight A’s by a point and a half. He had an 88.5 in honors history.
He got an A in honors English with a 90.14.
The honors classes at Northwood are very demanding. Even the best students get low A’s and high B’s.
Three kids got A’s in the history class. The high score was a 91.1.
“The 91.1 is Ted,” my son says. We know Ted. “Ted is history. He’s bad at math, average in English, but he knows everything there is to know about history.”
“Make sure you touch base with the history teacher,” I say. “Let him know you’re really doing your best for him and ask him what you need to do to get that extra point and a half this semester. He’ll tell you.”
“He’ll say, ‘Study hard, get a good score on all the assignments, blah blah blah.'”
“You’re a pessimist,” I say. (I was going to say “fatalist” but I’m not sure he knows what that means.) “I’ve been a teacher myself and I can tell you that teachers like students who are engaged and make an extra effort. They want you to do well and if there’s a close call on a grade, they may give you the benefit of the doubt. So be proactive with this guy.”
His mom chimes in at this point: “That’s right,” she says.
“I hate that,” the boy replies. “You don’t even know what he’s talking about. You just say ‘That’s right.'”
I say, “She doesn’t have to know what I’m talking about to know it’s right. If my lips are moving, it’s right.”