I chose to quit a very full-time job a few months ago partly so I could be on top of my son's school work. High school grades matter, and my fear is my inattention because of work would mean he'd never go to college. Crazy? Maybe. It's my fear.
So I've been on top of him this past quarter. He gets work done, hating every moment. At least it seems that way. He especially loves when I ask, "Can you explain this to me?" and "Where's your work?" This means writing more sentences or showing how he solves math problems. Short answers don't seem good in high school, and right answers don't mean you get points. Work matters. He looks at me incredulously every time. "But it's the right answer!"
His grades, sadly, are just marginally better than when I was working and glancing to see if he was doing homework. Why? Well, he still doesn't show work. Grr! And he doesn't always turn in homework. What!? Yes, all that frustration over doing it, and yet sometimes he doesn't turn it in. That baffles me. Why do it if you don't get a grade for it? Maybe a good night's sleep makes him forget the crazy mom puts him through to get homework done.
He's a teen. I know they aren't always organized. I'm hoping it gets better. Drillmaster me isn't exactly working.
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