The honor roll assembly was last week, and as has been the case every year since kindergarten, my daughter was on it. Every year, she was on the Gold Honor Roll for making straight “A’s.” Her last award for fifth grade, she was one of a few recipients for the Platinum Honor Roll. That’s if you make the Gold Honor Roll for the whole year.
This is her first year in middle school and this time, she received, the Silver Honor Roll. That’s what you get for making all A’s and one B. Most kids would be thrilled. Not our daughter. At first, we thought she was taking it quite well. We told her that making the honor roll at all was something to be proud of and not everyone makes the Silver Honor Roll. We used the gift certificate to Applebees that came with all the Silver Honor Roll awards (a gift certificate to Islands was what the Gold award winners received, and our daughter’s favorite.) Everything seemed fine. I was getting a little worried, because I was having a hard time coming up with a second post related to the topic for the month that hadn’t already been covered by my fellow bloggers, and was dangerously close to having to think about doing actual research.
Yesterday, she decided to go online and look up her grades. I guess seeing it in writing, seeing where she was getting lower points made it hit home and she burst into tears of frustration. “You know,” I tried to remind her, “Silver honor roll is a good thing!” “Not for me, it isn’t!” she said. Secretly, I was relieved. At least she wasn’t going to give up. We looked over her assignments and it appeared that for the most part, she had gotten some lower test scores, and a couple of homework assignments had been scored lower. She claimed to not understand why.
I suggested that maybe if she took a break from doing homework in front of the TV, for a change, her grades might go up again, and that maybe if she spent more time studying instead of playing Minecraft most of the night, she might be able to bump those B’s back up to A’s. Even harder sobbing ensued, accusations about my lack of ability to understand were tossed around. Declarations of her inability to do homework unless the TV is on because it drowns out other distractions such as “creepy noises” were made. I persisted in my endeavors, suggesting she do her homework in my room next to me on my bed while I just read quietly. That all but proved my insanity as she exclaimed, “I can’t do my homework in here!” Apparently, this was such an obvious fact, no explanation was required as to why she couldn’t do her homework in my room. We basically left things like that for the time being. She was not in a condition to be open to suggestions that might involve making any changes. We’ll try later this weekend. It’ll help that we have two extra days.