footfootfoot wrote:
Like, in the actual classroom or is she virtually attending school? ugh. Like 7th grade once wasn't bad enough.
Either way you can brush up on your Louisiana Purchase facts...
Virtual. She's got a huge backlog of missing work, largely because the teachers spend 15 minutes at the start of class going over a few things and then say, "here's your assignment to do during class time, everybody can log off but I'll be here if you have questions," and then of course she goes and chats with her friends and/or plays games and/or jams out to music for the next 75 minutes, and "forgets" that the assignment even existed. We've blacklisted a bunch of websites, but there are always more out there, and every time we set it to whitelist-sites-only, like clockwork one of the teachers comes up with some new damn educational website she suddenly needs to be able to access right that instant. So I'm sitting here in her bedroom, where I can see her screen and verify that she's working all day, trying to get my own work done while tuning out the inanity of roll calls and listening to the dogs whimper outside the door because if they come in they'll be another distraction for her. Also, the kids' dentist would like me to know their dental hygiene has really taken a nosedive during the pandemic (no shit, Sherlock) and Minifobette has a gum infection so we "really need to work on that brushing." First off, three times a day is bullshit nonsense and they damn well know it, and second, it wouldn't be so bad if she hadn't been in braces for over three years now because the dentist and the orthodontist agreed it would be better to "get a head start" on things and then we all had to sit around with our thumbs up our asses and wait for an extra year-and-counting because her permanent teeth never signed on to the agreement and are coming in on their own sweet schedule, and ALSO the attendance office would like to remind me that I need to inform them of medical absences BEFORE they happen, which they only know about because one of the kids' teachers narc'ed on me--the same one who, by the way, sent me a nagging email about my daughter's less-than-expected performance on a test when she got an EIGHTY-FUCKING-SIX and I'm like, "bitch, she's actually failing other classes, I don't have time for this 'living up to your potential' bullshit" and everyone, all of them, can all just go fuck themselves.