It wasn’t that long ago that Peter could care less about school. He’d talk about going to summer school like it was a good thing not realizing that going is like a punishment. No kid would choose sterile classrooms and tests over X-box, swimming pools, and bike rides. Sometimes Peter’s reasoning capacity is off from the rest of the world. There are times when I can’t dissuade him from hurting himself. It’s like trying to explain that doing bad in school is like shooting himself in the foot. Then I have to deconstruct the un-literal meaning of that expression.
Peter carries around a daily progress sheet because getting an ‘N’ at the end of every week doesn’t have much of an impact on his behavior. He needs reinforcement from every teacher, after every class period, every day. And he’s behaved better since his teachers started using this method of immediate accountability midway through the school year. He knows that doing well in school will help him get into college a full decade from now. But who’s really counting? Not Peter. His teachers? Well, I think they're counting down until the end of this school year, especially when Peter gets a case of diarrhea of the mouth. This is the sheet that came home last week.
The roller coaster continues.