It was with a sense of dread that I headed home yesterday … the day the first report card came home from Erin’s first six weeks of high school. She’d been telling me to expect the worst from her Algebra class, so I braced myself when I walked in the garage door.
I said, “Report card?”
There was no hesitation at all when she handed it over – a good sign for sure. I won’t disclose her grades here, but suffice to say that she is not grounded for the next two (or six weeks). In fact, the grades were good enough that she gets to go to the football game Friday night with friends! Of course, that’s a whole ‘nother worry.
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