MAN...It used to be like this...ok ya'll...this is for the parents fo sho...I'm extremely pissed and had to get this off my chest...what better way to do it than to write a blog about it. Yesterday was report card pick up day....so i stroll up to the school cafetria to meet with my 14yr old son's principal and alllll of his teachers. The first 3 steps into the cafeteria after opening the door was"ohh yeah I'm so glad yo made it here...i need to talk to you.." so i'm like ok..let me sign in, get his report card and go holla at this duo of teachers at one table. It was almost like the Spanish Inquisition....I sat there like I was the one in school with my mouth closed and hands underneath the table...Got blasted for about 10 minutes starting with how smart he is and how helpful he is and how well he articulates his words for 30 secs then....oh damn that boy will just not stop talking in my classroom...always in some girls face or vice versa..(my genetic curse on him)...always walking someone to their class and tardy coming to my class for the remaining 9.5 mins...so after my first thrashing...i grudginly get up to go to my second a** whoopin of the day.....Honor Math teacher Mrs. S...greeted me with the "sometimes i could hug your son one day and kill him the next"...I didn't even want to encourage that kind of thinking so I used the "well let's work in a partnership" speech that always works to give the teacher assurance that you have their back at home...whewww that one didnt take as long because he did get a B in her class too...so off i go to the next round of what I can now unaffectionately call the "Parent Trap"...no not like the movie... real lifel stuff..Next for me to subjugate myself to was hi World Histry teacher...standing a masculine 5'3 or so to shake my hand and said..."oh, your son and I can't see eye to eye...(It took everything in me to not laugh in his face since my son is about 6'3 ans 240lb)....so I let him ramble on about how he doesn't turn in his homework all the time or he's late to his class and politely excused myself because he doesn't even have him anymore this year and i needed to speak to 2 more teachers....but he had a less than acceptable grade in his class....so im next on the chopping block for Honors Physics...A teacher from India...very interesting language barrier indeed for everybody....whose statements are basically consistent with every other teacher anyhow....so after a few comlimentary nods and verbal" oh ok's" i bounced from that meeting.....he brought that grade up anyway...last one of the day...Honor English was the last class...3 min in that meeting...he got an A...teacher said...he's one of his best students but still said...when he's done...he still talks in his class too much.... all in all all these people are telling me everything that I know about my own kid...he's bright, likes the ladies, they like him, talks too much and he's slow...I had to endure all of that just to pick up a damn report card that said he's still a good student especially for attending an honors program school on a grading scale where 92% is a "B". However..I appreciate all the knots that I took remembering that I was a kid at one time...BUT since two grades dropped and he missed too much work...and talked too much..and he was lazy at the house...I ending up taking his cell phone and putting his butt on punishment anyway.....LOL....funny how things work out sometimes...isn't it? Man, I just love those report card pick up days...I should have just let them mail me that crap in the first place...hindsight is 20/20!!