Nov. 27th, 2009

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One of the duties of a parent toward the end of any school quarter is the dreaded parent-student conference. The district has recently turned toward something else, though: the student-led conference. This amounts to going to Yamaraashi-chan's school to learn what we already know, since, according to the paperwork we received, we will be led to each of her classrooms where the student will discuss with us what she is doing and show us samples of her work.

In big, bold letters on the right hand side of the sheet, we are told in no uncertain terms that we will not have an opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with the teacher about Yamaraashi-chan's progress or failings.

Well, screw that. That's exactly what Omaha and I did, with a number of the teachers-- the science teacher, the math teacher, and the writing teacher, specifically. The health and exercise teacher even seemed eager and completely blew the time limit, mostly because even he recognizes Yamaraashi-chan's tendency to let her friends take advantage of her. We talked briefly about the things we have talked about, and I realized that while I've talked to Yamaraashi-chan about most of the dangers of teenagerhood, I haven't mentioned smoking much mostly because nobody I hang out with smokes much.

As it is, her grades are fabulous, except in math, but she's jumped two grades since last year so she's struggling. She has trouble turning her work in on time, and she rarely speaks up in any class. I find all that disappointing, but I've promised to work with her on the mathematics, hopefully bypassing all the feel-good bullshit that my states (yes, sadly) has chosen to adopt.

I actually asked one of the teachers what the whole point was. She said that since it's a required event, for a depressingly large number of parents it's the first time they've ever asked their kid, "Why don't you do your homework?"
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Well, it's 1:00am and I can't sleep. It's all Yamaraashi-chan's fault for having me read Little Brother to her. Chapter 13 has a hell of a confrontation, and I was so buzzed after reading it I knew I would have trouble sleeping, despite all the tryptophan.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, or as PZ Myers put it today, "Happy Wary Vigilance, everyone: remember, the universe is out to get you and even the Earth is hostile to our kind of life." But I'm thankful to a lot of human beings: Omaha and my children, for being so wonderful, Lisakit for proving to be a great friend and roommate, Fallenpegasus for continuing to lob fascinating ideas at me, and others who I don't see enough now that even my travel plans are rationed and restricted by financial considerations.

Anyway, I'm still alive, still making job contacts (hint, hint), still plugging away at life, the universe, everything.

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