I found out that Big Sprout tests a reading comprehension level at 11.7. The way the teacher explained this to me, it means that she comprehends what she reads at the level they would expect a student to in the ELEVENTH GRADE! Oh, I just gotta brag on that one a bit.
Of course, organisation and remembering to do her homework are things she needs to work on. I wasn't really surprised, considering that she has me as a role model and I have witnessed pretty much the same thing at home.
I dragged her down to the Art teacher (we will call him Art because....well, just because) to find out why, at her 1st trimester conferences, she had a B+ and now she has a D+. Here's how that went:
BG: (knocking on open door) Hello?
teachers all hanging out) Oh! I am sorry....I will come back later.
Art: No, no! Come on in! (general shuffling as other
teachers gather their things and leave the room)
Hi, sorry to bother you. I was wondering about Big Sprout, here. Last trimester
she had a B+, and this trimester she has a D+ on her report card. I was
wondering what happened to change her grade so much....
Art: (tightens his lips in a very disapproving manner)
What's her teacher's name?
Art: (huffing and puffing defensively) Hmmmmmm....Well,
it looks like she didn't finish one of her projects, and there really isn't
anything you can do about that since the grading window is closed. (getting more
and more loud and aggressive sounding) I TOLD the kids to finish up their
projects, but she didn't. So she didn't get a grade on that.....Blah, blah....I
am so wonderful, and these kids just don't listen....blah, blah....(voice
continuing to get louder and LOUDER. Also speaking more and more
quickly....seems very angry) Big Sprout, show your mom your wonderful artwork
and I think you would have gotten an A on this if you just would have gotten the
string tied on the mask so it could have been finished.....blah, blah....She has
a wonderful sense of....blah blah....if she only would have FINISHED it, I could
have given her a grade, but I don't know what you expect ME to do about it. The
grading window is CLOSED....blah, blah...
BG: Ok, well
thanks. I just wanted to know why the grade changed so much. There was no
explanation on the report card, so I wanted to see what the problem was.
(backing towards the door) I really appreciate the time you took to explain it
Art: Well, it's all her fault. I TOLD the kids
several times....blah, blah....
BG: Thank you for your
time! (grabbing the Sprouts and running for the door)
(Go to Big Sprout's locker to take home the 30 prs of mittens and 27 hats that she has accumulated in there over the winter)
Big Sprout: Yeah,
he doesn't listen very well, Mom.
BG: No kidding.
You know, when I think about it....every art teacher I have ever known was just a little bit off their rocker. I suppose this shouldn't have shocked (and, honestly, frightened) me as much as it did. The dude was just MAD, though, that I was asking what was up with my Sprout's grade! I wasn't pissed at him, I was curious why my incredibly bright Sprout was suddenly one short step from failing his class. After all, it's ART for crying out loud. I figure a kid's gotta work hard to get a bad grade in art class....
Anyway, now I know...and "knowing is half the battle"