Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Way Too Late At Night for This Conversation

Jimmy and I. A few minutes ago.

Jimmy, we need to talk about your grades.

What? I'm doing good.

JImmy, your high grade is a D Minus.

That's good, Mom. I'm doing good in that class.

Well, Jimmy, a D- really isn't that good. And you're failing all your other classes that aren't special ed.

No I'm not, just three classes. I'm only getting three Fs.

Well, Jimmy, those three classes and the D- are the only classes you're taking that aren't special ed.


And at that moment, I gave up and shut up. Sigh. I really don't think he gets it.

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