A ‘C’ is average
Yesterday during my lunch the very true story occurred
The school receptionist walks into the staff room with a post-it note for me, right as I was opening my blackend chicken avocado ranch salad that I had been dreaming about all day. The post-it reads
“Please call AnneMarie. She wants to know what her son can do to have a better grade.”
This child has a C. We are 8 school days into the new quarter. There are 2 assignments in the grade book.
I laugh. Then ask “When did she call?”
The receptionist says no no she is here.
So I get up, walk away from my salad with the glorious sweet scents of avocado and a hint of cilantro begging to be quickly shoved into my face on my approximately 25 minutes of lunch.
I see the parent looming in the hall as I come from behind the office door. We greet each other having met only ONCE before, despite welcome night, the open house, and parent teacher conferences all having already happened.
“So I need to know how he can improve his grade” she starts
I never quite know what to say when the grade is an okay grade. The kid just gets a few things wrong. So I try.
“Well I think with this one he is just going to have to wait for the next assignment, and really try his best .” I explain “There isn’t a lot in and he has gotten a few things wrong on both the assignments. I will be grading the Bill Nye worksheet by the end of the weekend so if he did well on that it should boost him”
“So there is nothing else he can do?”
“No, not really. I do want you to know that he does have a C and a C is an average grade”
At that moment, she twists her face ever so slightly and responds with a hyper speed voice “We don’t do Average in my house.”
I probably had a dumbfounded look on my face when I respond “Have you told him that?”
