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another fun day here.
2015-02-18 @ 11:15 a.m.
so last marking period little A got mostly As and Bs, and 1 C i believe. the policy is that a C is no good but as long as you're earnestly trying harder, no punishment. but anything less is trouble city. because you see, to get a C means that you were doing some major slacking of some kind. these schools give As for showing up, pretty much, especially if you're in special ed. i've seen little A's homework and classwork, and i've seen some of what he's turned in that they gave him As and 100s on. it's ridiculous. i wish i could post a picture of this major project that he just turned in that he and his mom completed. it looks like the work of a first or second grader, but is technically right because you know, it's scored with a rubric, and after all it's totally unfair to grade kids subjectively lest we play favorites and hurt someone's feelings. instead we just pass kids along who don't even understand the words in the questions we are asking. in all of the efforts to leave no child behind, they're leaving them all behind. but i digress. tl;dr, you literally have to just not hand in your work at all to get a bad grade. even if he fails a test, he's allowed an open-book retest for homework where he can make up most of the points lost. (oh, how great, right? like i said, it actually takes effort to fail.) since day 1 it has been a struggle to get him to do his homework, and last marking period after the constant lying and sneaking around, boy and i said you know what? you're 11 years old. you're in 6th grade. time to learn about consequences, because as we all know, you never have. so if he decides to fuck around and not do his homework, he can get the bad grades and have to deal with getting in trouble for them. so since like, mid-january at least, satan has been coming to pick him up more and more frequently during the week. as i've said, they need a formal custody agreement, because more often than not, she'll come to pick him up for dinner, then bring him home at some outrageously late fucking time. i don't understand why this child's mother does not understand that he is a child and can't just be out all night and then go to school and function the next day when he already has multiple learning disabilities and likely severe ADHD. a kid with all of that going on should definitely eat a lot of fast food and then be allowed to stay up til midnight or so on a school night. right? but she does this multiple times per week lately. so little A is constantly getting very sick, he's going to school exhausted, slacking off, and all of that. and remember, we're letting him deal with the consequences of not doing his homework. so where do you think this is all going? of course he got his report card, did fucking terribly. no surprise. the surprise came when yesterday, little A tells me his mom is coming to pick him up again. they keep getting away with this (her picking him up so much) because at first, i didn't realize that neither of them was telling boy that she was picking him up. he would call on his way home from work and it was news to him that she was coming to get him. i erroneously assumed that the child's mother would be responsible enough to make these arrangements with the child's father, but no, she is an irresponsible, lying waste. so you know, whatever. now i know. so this asshole says she is picking him up, then after literally hours pass and she's still not here (nothing unusual), little A finally calls her and she says she's just coming by for a minute. so i'm like why bother then? and he's like, she has to talk to me. about something. so i'm like uh huh. boy calls and says he got stuck late at work and i tell him satan is coming to "talk to [little A] about something?" of course this sounds ... fishy, right? so we wait. more hours pass and it is now 8pm (i forgot to mention she had said she was coming at 4). this is the time when we begin winding down, little A is to take his shower and start getting ready for bed. instead, he's like, "should i wait for my mom? she doesn't know when she's going to get here." i said dude, she HAS to get here before 9 o'clock, because that is when we are all going to bed, and the door will be locked, and no one is going to get it. this stupid bitch knows his bedtime is 9, and furthermore, how fucking rude is it to just randomly show up at someone's house sometime after 9pm, no matter who you are? i'm sorry, i was raised with fucking manners. i don't even call people i know on the phone after 9pm unless expressly told to do so, because it's just not polite! this of course does not apply to satan. so then boy gets home at like 8:15 and he's like great, is little A all showered and in bed? and i said yeah, but he's up there with the phone and is still waiting for his mother to get here. i told him to tell her no later than 9, but he can't be trusted to have told her this, so please text her as well. instead, boy calls her and is like, why are you coming this late? and she's like, oh, to give him a hug and to .... have him sign a birthday card. and boy is like, for who? can't you do this tomorrow? it just seems really out of the way, and late. and she says it's only going to take 2 seconds, i promise. smelling serious fish, boy immediately walks upstairs and says, "don't lie to me right now [little A]. why is your mom REALLY coming here at 9pm on a school night." then bluffing, "i already know the answer, i'm just asking to see if you're going to lie to me." so little A knowing he's fucked, admits that it's his report card!! wonderful. you see, they give the kids the report cards to bring home (they used to mail ours, these schools are really slacking). little A was obviously like yo mom come pick me up! as soon as he saw how fucked up his shit was, because he knew his ass was going to be so grounded, and managed to conceal it for however long. their cover was blown once it came to the point that he was going to get detention for never having returned it, but both of them are too stupid to think of all of the steps of a plan, so she forgot to actually sign it and he forgot to actually bring it home from trashy girlfriend's house this weekend. and that's when they came up with this half-assed nonsense story that they couldn't even keep together. are you fucking serious guys? of course an 11 year old is going to try to pull shit like this, but you really wouldn't think that a mother would be actively encouraging her child to lie and try to "cheat the system." she doesn't even think, how is this benefiting him?? don't you want him to try to do BETTER? sickening. oh, and just a fun little addendum to this story. over this long weekend they just had together, where satan had already seen the report card and decided they'd lie to boy about it, she calls boy and is like, "you need to talk to your son about respect." she and little A and trashy girlfriend's kids were in mcdonald's eating, and they start having a slap fight over the table. yes, i am talking about little A and his mom. little A decides to slap her in the face, hard (when little A came home and was questioned about why he did this, he was like, "i don't know, i just felt like slapping her in the face."). she gets mad and decides to retaliate by grabbing his chin really hard and shaking his head around, then by scratching him in the face with her nails. so hard that she drew blood, and he came home with this huge bandage on his face. cool right? mother of the year. |