On Monday, my son’s Spanish teacher emailed me to let me know that he was upset. He had forgotten about a quiz scheduled for that day, even though it was posted on her website and announced in class.
On Tuesday, he went to Freshman Registration Night at the high school he plans to attend next year. His schedule is going to be really tough. So while his teacher had recommended Spanish III, I suggested taking Spanish II, so he isn’t slammed from all sides.
Nope. “I should take Spanish III.”
“I don’t know,” I shook my head, imagining another four years of nagging and checking up on him.
“Mom, it’s time I took school seriously.”
Well, you can’t argue with that… until an hour later when I received a late-night, bail-out email from his Social Studies teacher, saying that he “probably knows this, and has yet to start… but please remind him to…”
“Aw man, I forgot!”
He didn’t even remember that it was his turn to bring snack today. How can you be a serious student when you can’t even remember snack?!