It has been a long and uphill battle but my son is graduating this week. Academics are not his passion, to put it in a gentle way. He has had me sweating bullets, talking with teachers, nagging him incessantly, all the while he is cool, calm and collected. Never doubting himself for a minute. I was always an overachiever and would not accept less than my maximum effort. So you can imagine my befuddlement with my child, the one I had raised, just fine with low marks, as long as he accomplishes his goal of passing. It is nothing short of maddening.
But he did it, I can breathe a sigh of relief for now. Time to celebrate! Hopefully all the aggravation will fade away from my memory.
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As much as you and I stressed about those damn grades...what does it matter in the end. And his health will be better for his easy attitude. I had to laugh when in a recent interview process the outside screening agency asked me about my high school activities. Um...that was 25+ years ago! Guess you never lose that "permanent record" they warn you about.
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