I think I get senioritis about this time every year. Is there a cure?
I wrote two e-mails today to parents of seniors in my Honors Precalculus class who are not doing well. (And when I say not doing well, I mean not doing well.) Attendance is an issue. Completing assignments is an issue. I hate to get the parents involved because they're seniors, but I want to make sure the parents know that I know. And who knows if they know?
It's a good thing they don't need this class to graduate. But next year in college I don't think their professor will be calling/e-mailing mom and dad because they're failing a class.
I must remember these are still high school kids. Even though they should know better.
And now I'm off to call the mom of a freshman boy who just can't keep his mouth shut. (And my tolerance is high.) I'd take juniors any day.
I wrote two e-mails today to parents of seniors in my Honors Precalculus class who are not doing well. (And when I say not doing well, I mean not doing well.) Attendance is an issue. Completing assignments is an issue. I hate to get the parents involved because they're seniors, but I want to make sure the parents know that I know. And who knows if they know?
It's a good thing they don't need this class to graduate. But next year in college I don't think their professor will be calling/e-mailing mom and dad because they're failing a class.
I must remember these are still high school kids. Even though they should know better.
And now I'm off to call the mom of a freshman boy who just can't keep his mouth shut. (And my tolerance is high.) I'd take juniors any day.
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