Math: Afraid of the Report Card?

Afraid of it, arent you?

yes, I know you used to love it and that now you peek at it through your fingers.

I've talked to so many parents, just like you, that are at their wits' end saying they've tried everything they can think of to get their kids to do better in math class. "I just don't get it," they say.

"What happened???...she's always made straight A's !"

Let Me Guess...

In middle school, your child worked through their assignments with ease, you never had to fuss at him to get his homework done, and there were never any harsh words or arguments over schoolwork or grades.  Teachers raved about what a good student he was and the outstanding work that he was doing. Life was great!

Then you both made the big step up to high school and suddenly, you don't recognize this little human that you have driven to school every day for the last eight years.  

Now you argue over just about everything related to school. You ask, and he insists his homework is done and that he had a friend help him online or via text.  "Did you understand it or have any questions?" you ask...only to met with a stare and a hard sigh. Rather than start another exhausting conversation, you say "fine" and tell him you are going to email his teacher and are awarded with a dramatic eye-roll and a "whatever."

You don't really email the teacher - this time- it was just a threat and a silent plea sent heavenward to please let this be a short-lived phase and things are not as bad as you think they are.

And then...

The report card comes and it is worse that you could have possibly imagined. You're stunned. You get angry and call for a family meeting at the kitchen table. You really want to understand what is going on.

You started off nice and calm but with every "I don't know" and "She doesn't teach" that you hear, your frustration grows. As much as you hate to do it, you start handing out the punishment and taking up all of the electronic goodies. You also schedule a parent-teacher meeting to try to find out what is really going on.

After spending forty-five minutes with the teacher, you realize that your son is really, really struggling in class and is falling further and further behind. The teacher tells you that he has basically given up in class. He doesn't pay attention or ask questions. She explains that she has worked with him during tutorial time but he has just quit making any effort.

Determined to help your son, you decide on the drive home that the best way to solve this is to set aside an hour every night to help him with his homework and explain the concepts that he doesn't understand. 

That works great for a few nights until the one evening you are late getting off work. You get home only to find out you forgot to turn on the crockpot that morning so there is no supper, the cat gacked on your new duvee, the toilet is backed up - again - and you STILL have math homework to do.

"No son, I DON'T know how to factor a polynomial in the third degree and I have NO idea what an imaginary number is. I HATED math in high school!!!"

And here we are.  

Ready for me to take your place as math tutor?

I can help him, I promise, but you need to hurry before this year's spots are all taken.