Here is the deal.
Raising a teenager (preteen… criminal… whatever) is a lot of work.
Being employed in the same school building as the above mentioned teenager/nut job is fun.
And a complete total nightmare.
Our school district has a new student managment system. This allows parents to track their children’s grades on a daily basis.
Or in my case, a fourteen times a day basis.
Our school district also employs the Tech Queen of our house as the official technology grunt (if you are a technology grunt you will know exactly what I mean… and you should stop reading this blog and get back to the list of 1,014 things you need to get done by tomorrow that should have been done three months ago).
This week all of this nearly collided in a confusing ordeal I like to call "I’m Going to Her Classroom and Punch Her in the Throat!".
Now, I know violence is never the answer.
But to review, she’s a teenager. Or at least is headed down that awful path.
My troubles (and hers) started when the Tech Grunt was sitting at her desk surrounded by roughly 14 people with questions and 6 computers.
Basically, her area of the school looks exactly like the control room at NASA.
If they had more computers.
Turns out she was having trouble with the new student management program, so much to my surprise big changes were on the way.
Meanwhile, in the actual control center of the school district (my office… which isn’t really in control of anything, but I like to think we are) I was checking the Evil Spawn’s grades.
When I logged on I immediately saw she had flunked a test.
Much to her surprise, the superintendent was about to storm into her classroom and read her the riot act as she sat quietly at her desk reading a book and dreaming of a day when the annoying superintendent would no longer be working in the same building in which she attends school.
I really do know my behavior isn’t approriate, but come on… an F on a test?
We can’t have this.
At least we can’t if she’s going to continue to live in my house and eat all of my food and enjoy the 5,000 TV stations I provide for her.
Plus, she can’t get into vet school and support her elderly parents if she can’t pass 6th Grade Literature.
As fate would have it, she didn’t really flunk this test (but there will be others… and mark my word I will be there to haunt her).
The Tech Grunt had gone in and manually added this "test" grade because she was working on the new system and needed a guninnea pig student with a bad grade. Notice how I misunderstood the word "test".
So to review, the grade (test…fake…whatever) was added, I was angry (and clueless), the Evil Spawn was in danger of not living to enjoy pepperoni pizza at lunch (which isn’t bad by the way), and the Tech Grunt was disgusted by my anger directed towards what up to this point has been a very nice little girl.
I may need a new job.
Or at least a heads up on what are real bad grades and fakes ones.