Today I was truly gobsmacked and definitely not chuffed about it.

Thought I'd use a couple of my favorite British terms in the title, but they do fit.

So DW (Dear Wife) and I had a meeting with our 16 year old drain bamaged son's school staff. In the room was the Vice Principal who had forgotten he had a black stepdad and was apologizing all over himself telling me I had the wrong day for the meeting. On the upside, he thought I was the coach of the UW Huskies Football team. Also present was the Truancy Officer, Guidance Counselor, and a City Police Officer who is the Compliance Officer.

We arrive to discuss our "fruits" issues and we get to absences. We knew about a few as he was sick. He had three in first period Chorale. No suprise. Five in sixth period Drama. Again, no surprise. Everything in between, 17...

17!?!?


And here is where myself and DW were gobsmacked. We talked about this and came up with a plan for our teen who now is up to 18 because while we were at the school, he couldn't get his lazy butt out of bed to catch the buss that stops not 10 yards from our front door at the end of our cul-de-sac. This is where I am NOT chuffed.

So when Rumplestiltskin finally drags his sorry tail out of bed, I ask him about his absences...

"Well, this started with Mr. Irwin (math teacher he swears is an idiot and out to get him) and then when I was out sick with strep, I fell behind and thought since I am so far behind, I shouldn't even try and go back to class."

Now I am thinking he is just taking the piss. I then say...

"So let me get this straight. You fell behind for being sick and rather than go ask your teachers for the make up work, you decide to skip class and fall FURTHER behind?"

At this point I am met with the "deer in the oncoming headlights" look and he mutters out a vague "Ummmm..."

"Yeah. Not so bright huh?"

"Uh, no."

Uh, no? That is all this functional idiot can get out is uh, no? To quote the immortal Charlie Brown...

AAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!

So I have now just come back from dropping young Harrison Ford at his play rehearsal, picked up DW's prescriptions, come in the house, hugged the kids, given DW her meds, walked into the dining room and mixed a LARGE pitcher of martinis.​

So if you see me posting rather oddly later, it's the gin talking.​

GOD I LOVE PARENTHOOD! :biggrin1:​

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oh gawd...... once you've finished that pitcher (isn't that some american who chucks a ball at a bat, though??!!) or, 'jug'....

make yourself another one my lovely!!!! :)
 
Hey, could be worse. During my last year of compulsory education, my attendance was hovering above 60% average. (Mainly due to illness, but still, I learned me good without skool.) :biggrin1:
 
Find a smart pretty girl to tutor him.
Maybe he'll go to school if he thinks he can get in her panties. Bonus: with any luck he'll learn math by osmosis. :wink::tongue:
 
NJ, I REALLY do not want the term grandpa in his vocab.

Notthe, I'll be sending you that doctor's invoice for that. lol
 
The young ones need to be guided. IT's always the case. Plus side, you know about it now. There should be no excuse.
 
I hope so Jeff. Want a 17 year old? I'll give you $20 bucks?

He has now announced to us that this "high school thing" isn't really working for him and he wants to go to the local Vo Tech to finish schooling.

Ah, good times.
 
My first thought was... Ok. :) Then I realized 17 is the new 14. So, no thanks.

Second, you could always give him the old " Well, son, until you are 18, you are gonna do what I say. You are almost done school, so suck it up and finish it. Love dad"
 

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