Here I am, in my room, at lunchtime...which never happens cuz I know that if I don't eat lunch, everyone will suffer for it. Luckily, Dave brought me down my sandwich, in his bare hands, with no napkin, but hey, I'm not going to complain cuz at least I have lunch...lol.

Kay, this will get to be about parenthood...promise.

I'm in here with a student who has been pulling a fast one over his mom for the past couple weeks. Now, she's not a dumb parent, nor is she not a dilligent one. In fact, she's a school counselor and checks his planner daily to see that he's staying on top of his assignments. She was under the impression that teachers have not been stamping planners for the past couple weeks cuz she hasn't seen anything but his writing in there. So what's going on??? Brudda has two planners...one he shows us, one he shows mom. It all caught up with him today because I was emailing back and forth with the mom and it finally came out that this was the reason there was a lack of communication about what he's been doing this past couple weeks.

See, he was coming to tutoring after school, doing what he needed to do, turning everything in...until the last few weeks. And now he is sitting in here with me, and won't be going to the dance, because of his poor choice.

I'll continue laters...