She knew about and was completely dreading this writing assignment in her AP 8th grade English class for weeks. A ten paragraph persuasive essay about the pros and cons of trying minors as adults. Sounds easy enough.
Her class supposedly worked on a bit of the assignment at school. She supposedly had her notes taken, done and organized. They supposedly were learning how to do it in class. She supposedly understood and would be able to do it without too many problems.
A few weeks passing became a few days left.
Until the clock was ticking down the moment of truth. As to whether or not our oldest daughter would step up to the plate and slam it home.
Day one. Strike.
Day two. Strike.
Day three. Day of reckoning. Strike. Out.
Nothing to bring to class except a guilty conscience and a fear of being yelled at by her teacher and teased by her peers.
Despite staying up until 2am last night under the facade of writing her paper. Although, realistically and most likely, while my husband and I slept, she played on Facebook and YouTube and dreamed of being on Americas Next Top Model. Plotting to stay up ALL night to claim over-exhaustion in the morning. Thinking that, out of the kindness of my heart, I would take pity on my poor, tired daughter who stayed up all night, allegedly writing this report, and let her miss school.
Ha. Yeah, right.
Off to school she went this morning, heavy eyes, heart and conscience. To face her teacher and be embarrassed because she came to class empty handed.
Tonight, she’ll stay up all night again. Under the assumption that she is to write her paper and turn it in late for a lesser grade…BUT, still a grade and NOT a big, fat ZERO!
We’ll probably repeat the same thing tonight that happened last night. And tomorrow morning, as well. Tired, crying, guilt.
The whole thing made me giggle. Because it reminded me so much of me when I was in school and I avoided homework like the plague all while my Mother stood over me shook her pointer finger and cursed.
Holy cow did G-D EVER hear my Mothers curse when she wished upon me one who was just like me.
Obviously G-D is in cahoots with Mothers and this kid will get one just like her. Just like I did.
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I’m totally blocking this out because I can NOT be cursed with a procrastinator. That just isn’t fair.
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You are a good mama. Many parents would not only let her skip school, but would also forge a doctor’s note allowing her a few days to finish it and get some sleep!!
Tara R. says
I have called my mom on many occasions to apologize and hopefully break the Mother’s Curse on me. It didn’t work.
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Thankfully my oldest does well in school, which breaks THAT curse. However, just yesterday she informed me that it irritates her immensely that I cannot text her things and that I leave her irritating voice mails. She hates voice mail. It is so primitive. Just last month we had a big row about the fact that I send her e-mails. She does not “do” e-mail. It is as primitive as scraping a stick on a rock. It brings back memories of all my snotty little ways of missing my curfew due to “malfunctioning pay phones” and “cars breaking down on the highway.” We are gearing up for a mighty big blowout.
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Another Suburban Mom says
Good for you teaching her a lesson. Hopefully this will teach her about procrastinating.
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This is so familiar! I also got cursed with the “I hope you have one just like you!” I did. She is a procrastinator extraordinaire! She has taken it to new levels. It’s amazing. Right now she has a five page paper due at the end of her break. Has she started it? Right.
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Oh geez. You totally just reminded me of how I was when I was that age and all through high school. I guess that’s just a little hint of what I have to look forward to.