What could be a better pleasure for a parent than their child bringing home an excellent report card? Is this not what most of us dream of?
So why was I so disgruntled on Friday when Ricki brought home her first semester report card? Because it was straight A’s, and she did not deserve it.
She deserved a lot of A’s. I don’t think she could have been expected to master the material in science or geography any better than she did. Those were richly deserved marks, the results of hard work.
However, her work on handwriting and math was not up to her capabilities. And how can you give an “A” in “has clean and orderly notebooks” to someone who often scribbles in them for no purpose?
Why should she try if she can get A’s without trying?