OnlySon is failing math.
OtherHalf and I have a meeting at the school today, to find out what can be done, so he doesn’t have to do summer school. Cause, hellno he doesn’t want to go through the summer.
See, I’m not good at math, either. Never was. I almost failed Algebra in high school, barely squeaking by with the lowest possible grade to get me through without my parents killing me.
I was always an A student, but this definitely was not an “A” class for me.
I’ve always said that “Math gives me a rash”
And I meant it. So, now that I have to come down on OnlySon for his problems with Math class, I’m having trouble reconciling how to do this without being a hypocrite about it.
Not only that, but I can’t do his math. The schools have up and changed the math that kids do in 6th grade, and I no longer qualify to graduate to the next grade.
I’m glad I graduated in the 80’s, when expectations were lower, or I’d still be sitting in Mr. Gronvold’s class, waiting for the pervy teacher that smelled like booze to come stand over my desk and sweat on me, while asking if I “need help”. *shudder*
So, how do I tell my son that Math is an important subject, and that he has to work harder? Well…
I told him that this is one of those things that you just have to “get through” – like the dentist visits, and immunizations, and learning to unclog a toilet. Part of the “growing up” process that he’ll just have to deal with and work his way through, till he can throw it on the bonfire of graduation and say “YAY! I NEVER HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN – oh, until I get to college, and they require it there too… yeah, nevermind”.
Luckily, we have a resident math whiz in the house, in the personage of YoungerDaughter. She doesn’t love math, but she doesn’t hate it, either. And she’s pretty good at it. So at least, when OnlySon brings his books home, she can at least look over his work, and tell us how he’s doing. I just get hives and run to the bathroom for more calamine and an anti-anxiety pill.
I don’t know what we’re going to do when YoungerDaughter graduates next year, and OnlySon is left with two math-illiterate parents to finish out his school career. Maybe we’ll have to get one of these:
I’ll even clean his cage – as long as it doesn’t require me to do any equations.
*Just a note – OnlySon does go to an afterschool program…supposedly to finish his homework and get help from teachers. He’s just stubborn about asking for help with his math. I’m not sure where this reluctance to ask for help comes from? *scratching head in puzzlement – while rolling eyes in sarcasm*