I Will Take Care of Everything.
Dylan’s GPA was 1.7 last Friday morning – the day he was supposed to start work at Field of Screams. He’s not allowed to work unless he has a 2.0 or above – and all of his missing work needs to be turned in.
Conveniently, when his work is turned in, his GPA always goes up. He doesn’t turn in crappy work. In fact, he often gets A’s on his work.
Those A’s are then docked up to 50% for being turned in late.
So on Friday morning, even after Dylan’s “I-got-this” attitude, I was not hopeful.
I texted him, panicked:
You still have a D in Foundations of Technology. You have a D in Algebra. You have a C in Computer Science. You have a C in English. You have a C in Government. You have three missing assignments in Government now. And you got a D on your last Spanish quiz so you barely have a B in there. And you got a NINE OUT OF 40 on your Chorus quiz! I don’t believe you have been studying for anything.
He texted me back:
I will take care of everything. There’s honestly no chance that I got a 9/40 there must be a mistake
For the next four hours (since it was a half-day), I got updates from Dylan. He went from teacher to teacher, fixing things. He had an assignment in English that had been missing for weeks. He finally printed it out and turned it in on Friday. His Government teacher wrote a note that explained – oddly – HER mistake in putting zeros in the computer when the assignments weren’t even due yet.
And then his Chorus teacher sent a note explaining that Dylan’s grade was a 9 out of TEN, not 9 out of FORTY – oops, teacher error.
As I noted in a previous post, teachers have a very hard job.
Dylan stayed after school to finish a few things and came home with a whole pile of handwritten notes from teachers, explaining what had been turned in, what errors happened on their end, what Dylan completed. I got notes of all different shapes and sizes, and told Dylan he would be allowed to work – and to take part in extracurriculars again.
Then, when the computer system updated with his grades fixed… Dylan had a 2.7 GPA.
I’ll take it.
Thanks for the comment, Tracey. I feel for ya!
I can so relate!! This happens at my house, too!
xo