Angeline failed math. Specifically, she failed her Algebra honors class.
I kind of knew she’d have a problem with it when they assigned her the honors class, as math was never her strong subject in middle school. BUT because of the way her schedule was arranged, she begged me not to have her change classes because she would have to switch her entire schedule around, and she didn’t want to lose classes with her best friends.
She struggled from the get-go. I knew part of it was that this is high school, it’s harder, etc etc etc…but when she continued to have issues, I again brought up the subject of changing classes. She was determined to make it work, and begged me again not to change her classes. I relented.
She has gone to tutoring every week after school with her math teacher all year long. She would start to improve a little, but then as soon as they moved onto the next lesson, she’d struggle again.
Let’s put it this way, the grading period when she got a C? That was a cause for celebration.
So we found out last week – the last week of school – that she had an F this nine weeks.
Which meant that she officially failed Algebra.
As upset as I am at the school system for being so slow to publish her grades, and for constantly being behind in grading her papers so that we never really knew where she stood until it was too late, I can’t blame them.
THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.
My gut instinct when she came home with that class schedule was to go to the school and have them put her in a regular class. Not even advanced – regular. We had the conversation many times and I gave in because I wanted to make her happy, I didn’t want to separate her from her friends, I wanted to give her the chance.
She failed Algebra, but I failed as a parent.
Sometimes it just doesn’t matter what our kids want. I knew what was best for my daughter and I didn’t do it. That’s on me.
She could take summer school to make up the class (by taking regular Algebra) but because we are going on the cruise to Europe, and there’s no cancelling since it’s a press trip and my daughter’s plane ticket was already purchased by Carnival Cruise Lines. So she has to stay after school for two hours, every day next year for two months – or something like that.
Learn from my mistakes, friends. Do what YOU know is the right thing to do for your kids, not what they want you to do…they might hate you for a few days but in the end, it will be much easier on everyone involved!