G-d’s mercy returns. Mr. B. goes back to middle school tomorrow morning. Now all I have to do is monitor his zeros on the local gradespeed dealie the school system provides. And bat any incoming teacher emails back with an appropriate answer.
The zeros he gets when he doesn’t do the work. Poor grades I can handle. As long as he tries. And his grades rarely are poor, even in math, which he hates but does well in when he does the work. Very well, generally. Had a low A average overall last year, afterall.
But, ah, back to school. Sweet. The peace of the morning returns and the mid-day and the early afternoon. This is parenting the way I like it. Part time. It’s only fair. I pay taxes. Let the schools do their part.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 