Report Card Day.
After a very disappointing Report Card Day last quarter, today was an improvement. Out of my three, there was only one F, and F in Latin. With a promise that it’s “coming up”; and that “I’m going to graduate mom, I promise,”; whatever that means. A plethora of D’s were raised to C’s and B’s, and there were more A’s than the last report cards. I am pleased. Not overjoyed, but pleased. Any improvement is better than slipping backwards.
Part of getting a second chance is taking responsibility. They have taken responsibility for their grades and are trying to move them back where they belong.
I know they work hard, because I see them working hard. But I wonder what I could do better, to give them a better learning environment. How much I fail them. They give up so much.
But that’s not an excuse. Grades are important. Doing your best is important. I’ve tried to instill that concept into my crew. However, it’s not a lesson easily learned.
It’s a lesson I often fail at, so how can they learn it? A lesson I’m failing at even as I type this. From where I sit, I see a pile of work on my desk that I’m behind on. I see cobwebs in the corner of the room. I see children too absorbed by electronics. And I see a list of goals that have been given up on way too soon, with no motivation in sight to go after them. And I think, this life is so long. Too Long. And I’m so tired. Too tired.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Not a day I’m especially fond of. Not that I think of it much more than a marketing ploy used to gain revenue by the cards, flowers and candy corporations. But it is a reminder that much has been lost. Much. My soul. However, in the midst of all of the cheesy, loving posts on FB and Valentine’s Date plans, I know that I have four Valentine’s that I’m very, very proud of.