30 Years Later, High School Still Sucks!

A few Months back I did what any normal parent would do for their child: I helped them with their homework. No, not cheating, just some . . . creative assistance. I felt compelled due to the fact that my son was doing a book review project in a class and was using my first novel, Nine Lives.  How heart warming! Of course I had to assist!

I gathered up miscellaneous info regarding my book including cover art synopsis, etc.  One section asked to create a monologue using one character from the story which I thought would be fun, so I chose the bad guy from the story and typed out a few good paragraphs in his voice and was done.  The result was not bad from my point of view except that, being this was for a high school project; I thought it the language would be a little too advance so I informed my son he should dumb-it-down a bit so it looked realistic.

The outcome?  I got a C. 
 “No way,” you say.
 “Way!” 
This published author slid by barely with a passing grade on a high school writing assignment!  WTF? 

Maybe the teacher was on to my son and I and our united front? Maybe there was a milk ring from a cereal bowl on the page? Maybe my son’s teacher read my novel and wanted to rip me a new one?

Whatever!

So I treaded the path of many a parent who had come before me and tripped on a root and fell on my face.  In truth, band and orchestra were my favorite subjects in high school- I could always count on at least two As.

But, I probably have not learned any lesson that needs to be learned from this event since I am sure, the next time my son asks for my help in homework or anything else, I will be there to give my input.  Learning to not get involved when I am not asked could be somewhat harder.