I recently made this comment, which I’ve edited slightly for this post, in a Facebook discussion:
I was due for severe consequences in my 12th grade English Literature class. I should have been given a failing grade, and I probably would have had to retake 12th grade — not completely sure, but it’s likely. However, the teacher showed leniency and allowed me to pass and graduate.Â
Giving me the full consequences of my negligence (even though it wasn’t completely malicious, but partly deer-in-the-headlights-stuckness) WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BEST THING FOR ME, even though I would have mostly died inside and would have hated it at the time. I learned early in my schooling that if I was a sweet slacker I would most likely be allowed to slide on by, which was THE WORST THING for me.
In a different class that same 12th grade year, I found out mid-way that I was failing. I went to the teacher and asked,
“I got my progress report and it says I’m failing?”
Teacher (female, very matter of fact): “Yes, you are.”
Boy, oh boy, did I ever get to work in that class!
I should have failed 12th grade English Literature. At university, I was a Mathematics major for a time and switched to Literature. And now I’m being published by Christ and Pop Culture and BreakPoint! HOWEVER, I didn’t begin to pursue a writing career until my late 40’s. I carried my slacker-ness into adulthood and it has not served me well. Give students the consequences they’ve earned, either good or bad. It’s the best thing you can do for them.
Oh-so true, Ellen. My dad never “gave us answers.” He always forced my brother and me to think things through, no matter how irate that made us. And it did make us irate at times, especially when – speaking for myself, b/c my brother was generally more applied than I was – I’d procrastinated on my schoolwork and was under pressure and looking for quick answers. Dad never caved. I owe him a load of thanks for that. Now, I drive my 3 kids crazy with the same m.o. 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting, Natalie! As a parent, I’m now having to apply to my children the lessons I learned the hard way, which isn’t very easy for me!
Hi Ellen,
I think I know the English instructor you are referencing. Maybe you were, in part, paying for my experience with her. As a 15 year old sophomore I was placed in an AP English class with her. Things were good until the first Friday. Why? I had also managed to make the junior Varsity football team and the team members got to wear game jerseys to school on game day, which I did. This did not go over too well with her.
Apparently my behaviour and football uniform “disturbed” other students and I had to serve detention when I was supposed to be at practice. As a result, I recall writing my first graded paper for the class about space aliens mating with humans and based my research on tabloids I bought in the supermarket checkout line. She was not pleased and more detention ensued. So I just didn’t showed up for detention and went to football practice. She followed me there and I had to explain to Coach Z what was going on. The next week I was transferred to Mr. Leek’s class (which was held the same period) and all problems disappeared.
Sorry to read about the head cold. For Christmas, I put your hand made wreath on the front door suspended from a Frosty the Snowman wreath holder, It looked good! Thursday, the 28th, I got to work on Modern Family and today I stayed out of the rain. Good thing, I damaged the meniscus (left knee) and it’s a little tough moving around.
Best Wishes for the New Year,
John