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Parent-teacher conferences and I do not get along.

I have a bad history with them. It started off in 4th grade, when my split-class 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents I hadn’t turned in my poster about the human digestive system. I’d forgotten about it until the day it was due. Wow, the car ride home was not fun.

In 5th grade, my 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents that I had not completed my chapter summaries for the book, Joey Pigza. I didn’t know the due date until–what do you know?–the due date. I clearly recall locking myself in the bathroom bawling my eyes out for two hours upon getting home.

In 6th grade, my ancient civilizations history teacher kindly informed my parents that I had a D in his class because I did not turn in my notebook for his periodic notebook check. The reason I did not turn it in is because I lost most of of my notes from his class because most of them were on loose-leaf sheets of paper rather than actually in the notebook. I was a wreck.

In 7th grade, my honors English teacher told my parents that I had a D in the class because I was receiving zeroes on multiple homework assignments. Funny how I’d actually completed them and just forgot to turn them in. My parents were relentless in their scolding.

In 8th grade, my Geometry teacher told my parents that I had a C in the class because I was doing poorly on tests, which was a first for me. I bombed the first two tests of the semester because I didn’t realize I had them until he handed them out in class and I thought, I’m screwed. My mom stayed up with me until early morning to make sure I was caught up on all the material.

In 9th grade, my Japanese teacher told my parents that I was not turning in my homework assignments. My parents were not happy. On top of that, my honors chemistry teacher told my parents I was not turning in homework assignments. My parents were furious. I made plans for my funeral on the way home.

In 10th grade, my honors English, AP European history, Biology, and music teachers told my parents I was at the top of my class. I was happy about this. Then I learned that my AP Calculus teacher told my parents I had a B- in her class because I had missed several homework assignments. And my Chinese teacher told my parents I had an A– in her class because I had missed almost all of my homework assignments. Oh boy.

I don’t like parent-teacher conferences. Much as I try, I can never pull my act together enough for my parents to hear nothing but good news from my teachers. My mom and I were discussing this today. She said that I was at the top of some of my classes, but I needed to work on Chinese and Calculus. I told my mom (half-jokingly) that I was at the very bottom of my Chinese class with my A–. This is funny because there are only two of us in the class.

Working on getting it together. I’m just not motivated enough…

LURV,
Hedgehog

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that I’m just BETTER than everyone else, and I can do ANYTHING. Cuz I’m a genius.

I’m kidding. Genius? Haaaa. There really aren’t many geniuses in the world. I’m not kidding. I’m sure we all have that one kid in our math class who just nails every problem and understands every concept and aces every test…and hey, maybe some of them really are geniuses. I don’t know. But I doubt it–if they were geniuses, they would not be in the same class you’re in. Unless you’re a genius.

Take my friend George, for example. He’s cool. He’s ridiculously smart. I mean, I thought I was smart–I’m a freshman in Honors Trigonometry, which is 2 levels above grade level–but this guy switches into my trig class and starts totally humiliating the rest of us. Seriously. He’s wiping the blackboard with our faces, the way the teacher worships him. It’s the same way in our chemistry class (again, I’m ahead: chemistry is normally only offered to 10th grade students): he’s got the teacher wrapped around his finger. Do I admire him? Sure. Am I jealous of him? Oh yes.

So a few months ago, Georgeh took this competitive math assessment available only to teacher-recommended students called the AMC 10. Our math teacher signed him up for it (no surprise), and George went in to the test quite confidently (again, no surprise). For months before the test, George made a big deal of studying for it by showing off his EXTREME MATH SKILLS to the rest of the class. To be honest, I don’t think the rest of the class could have given less of a crap about George’s EXTREME MATH SKILLS, but he proceeded in making a show of his giant math textbooks nonetheless.

About a month ago in our math class, George sat down in the seat in front of me (his usual seat), clearly bothered by something but waiting for me to ask him about it. Being the good friend I am, I asked, “What’s up?” George replied, “So, I got the score back for the AMC 10.”

With as little interest in this as I had for his EXTREME MATH SKILLS, I reluctantly said, “Oh, really? Cool. What’d you get?”

To which George responded, “A ninety-eight.” This did not surprise me. I was actually kind of pissed that he had the nerve to sit down in front of me and brag.

Irritably, I said, “Cool. That’s awesome.” Then, sarcastically: “I KNEW you were a genius.”

“I got a ninety-eight out of a hundred and fifty,” George corrected me. Then he smiled. I smiled back. In my eyes, George became…like, HUMAN. He’s not the creepy computer I had previously thought of him as. Now he’s a friend, our friendship based on the fact that neither of us are, in fact, geniuses.

(Actually, my IQ is CLOSE to genius level. But it isn’t; I blame ADHD (always always always blame ADHD).)

Honestly guys, there’s always gonna be someone out there better than you are at something. And then there’s going to be someone better than that person. So don’t get so caught up in this little “I HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN MY FRIENDS IN MATH” thing, because even if you ARE better than your friends are in math…you’re nothing. I’m kidding. (just kidding, I’m not kidding. no offense.)

Cheeers! (:
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