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Rags's picture

My son (SS) left to return to boarding school on Sunday. He was home for 8 days over Thanksgiving and we had a great time.

Before he left we discussed his academic performance which is currently significantly improved over his performance the first two years of high school. He has been struggling with his advanced Alg class. He started after the first few weeks of this semester with a low F. We helped him set up plan to get extra help and to prioritize how he does his work so that he could work on getting his grade in Alg up.

We got his weekly grade report last Friday and he had a 67% (D) in Alg. A vast improvement over his low F start. The school he is at is a rigorous college prep program and is very challenging so a D is not a small accomplishment for a kid that has a history of barely passing or even failing classes due to a lack of effort. He is one of those kids that tests off of the charts on standardized tests but just wont do his homework or study for tests. At his previous school if he tried at all he made straight A's but he rarely would put in any effort at all so straight A's rarely happened.

Anyway, before he flew back to school to finish up the first semester we told him that he needs to put in three weeks of focused effort and pull his Alg grade (currently a D) up to a C so that he could get credit for the class for the semester before he flies home for Christmas break. The program only gives credit for C's and above. We asked him how he planned on making it happen. He outlined a well thought out plan on how to accomplish the goal of pulling his 67% up to a 70% or better in the remaining three weeks of the semester.

Well, I opened my e-mail this evening and his new progress report was in my inbox. Advanced Alg is now a ............... Drumroll .......................... 70.3% (C) in one week he accomplished his goal! I printed up the report and took it downstairs to my wife. She teared up and we both beamed about the incredible turnaround our son has made in the past three months.

We called him at school this evening. He answered and sounded busy with some Corps of Cadets activities. Being who I am I razed him about goofing off rather than working on getting his Alg grade up before Christmas.

Rags: "Quit goofing off and get focused on getting us a C in Advanced Alg before Christmas Break. You laid out the plan now quit goofing off and work the plan."

Quiet mumble from the Skid: "Yes Sir."

Rags: "Kid, we got your grades today".

Kid: "Yes Sir". (you can actually hear the pouting through the phone.)

Rags: You Promised us a C"

Kid: "I know but I am really working hard but I don't know if I have time to get the grade up to a C before Christmas"

Rags: "Well we just got your grades and you had better keep working hard because if you slack of ....... you will drop back down to a D"

Kid: "?????? Drop back down to a D?"

Rags: "Congratulations son, you did what you said you would do you now have a C"

Cheering in the background from my Wife and I. Yaaaaayyyyyyyyyy! Wooo Hooo! Go Kiiid, Go kiiid, Go kiiid! Cheer cheer cheer.

Kid: "Daaaaaaad, you just had to mess with me didn't ya?"

Rags: "Yep and I will keep messing with you because I am your Dad and that is what Dad's do. I am very proud of you son"

Kid: "Thanks dad I have never worked that hard before in my life. That C was a lot of work"

Rags: "I know son, I have seen how much work you have done and your teachers are very impressed with your work and improvements especially you Alg teacher. And keep that C up so we can have a great Christmas holiday together and not have to worry about the school lectures Ok. Now talk to your mother son she is siting here crying."

Kid: "Ok Dad, I will try. Hi Mom, are you crying again........................."

What a great conversation we had with that increasingly incredible young man.

Anyway, it was a great evening.

Best regards,

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bewitched's picture

"To Thine Own Self Be True" William Shakesphere

that warmed the heart! I'm so glad there are stepparenting stories where it actually works! You and your wife should be proud of not just your SS, but each other.

secondwife20's picture

I love the part where your son says to mom "are you crying again?"

Smile I used to say that to my mom all the time.

I'm so very glad that you shared this story with us. It gave me some hope that maybe... (let me EMPHASIZE on the word MAYBE) that I'll be able to pull something through with my SD8. We'll see.

I also like that you had your son set up the goal himself... and how he was going to go about achieving that goal. My parents were the type who said "Get an A+ in every class or you'll regret living."

So good job, Rags! Kudos to you.

Sasha's picture

That gave me chills Smile

Rags's picture

methods but they just made us all miserable. Finding him and environment that provides instant feedback on decisions whether good or bad was the key.

I had similar issues when I was his age and Military School worked for me. It also worked for my Dad and my younger brother so apparently there is something about raising boys in the Rags households that breeds smart kids that don't like to do what they should be doing. Blum 3 My mother cursed me with a child just like me and my SS has certainly to this point turned out just like me. I blame it all on my mother. She cursed me. Wink

Now he is in an environment where his performance is all on his shoulders. We definitely miss him but my wife and I both agree that it is better to have shorter periods of amazing quality time with him than the long periods of tension we have had to deal with before.

As proud as I am of his efforts on his grades, he has managed to go an entire semester without any demerits or having to walk any tours. This is no surprise because he has always been a very well behaved, polite and thoughtful child through his chronic Cranio-Rectitis was his major issue. But, not many kids get through the rigorous environment without having to walk a significant number of hours in tours. At the school I went to there was a large slate court yard that had paths worn around its perimeter from Cadets walking tours for 160 years.

I managed to spend three years there without ever walking an hour. By the way, one demerit equals one hour of marching in a big square.

I will update on the Skid adventure as events unfold. For now we are beaming.

Best regards,

brutallyhonest's picture

Rags, keep posting these stories. Sometimes I wonder if there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I need to know that this mixed family thing can work out.