My math teacher recently gave me a bad grade in my class journal. And since it was not the first such grade, and very soon there was to be a parent meeting, I was very afraid that I would be scolded, left without a computer and something else. Our teacher is strict and I could not persuade her not to put a grade in the magazine.
My math teacher recently gave me a bad grade in my class journal. And since it was not the first such grade, and very soon there was to be a parent meeting, I was very afraid that I would be scolded, left without a computer and something else. Our teacher is strict and I could not persuade her not to put a grade in the magazine.
I thought for a long time about how to fix the situation, but came up with nothing cleverer than to borrow the class register and carefully erase my grade. But I was so nervous that I wiped a hole in the sheet and it was clear that my grade was there and suspicion fell on me. So I freaked out and decided that if I ripped out the whole page, it would be impossible to guess who had ruined the page in the magazine.
Now there is an investigation at school, all my classmates are walking around scared, teachers and teachers are threatening us with all kinds of punishments and demanding that whoever did this confess himself. And I’m afraid, because then everyone will be pointing the finger at me for a long time and I’ll get a good beating from my parents. Much more than it would have been for the very “C” in that unfortunate magazine. And now I do not know what to do: on the one hand I am very anxious and hard to wait every day to be exposed, but to admit to me even more ashamed and scared. What to do? And why did I start all this…
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Show comments Hide commentsA lot of time has passed, the situation has somehow been resolved, but I will write anyway. Dear children, who have such a situation. Parents are different, some scold me for my grades, some don’t. I am writing for those whose parents are adequate people – this means that they do not use physical force – they do not beat you for your marks (such parents are a separate topic, because this is domestic violence), but they can apply other sanctions. For a parent you are more important than grades, a parent does not judge you as bad if you bring a F, because he loves you unconditionally. Therefore, you don’t have to feel fear. Secondly, if you feel that the “F” grade is your fault (it happens, you really made a mistake more than once), then assess yourself, maybe it is still fair to apply sanctions to yourself, even if it is through parents’ prohibition (of the computer, walks, etc.)? Maybe this will stimulate you, and you will read mathematics (history, chemistry) instead of the computer? And if you’ve torn out a page and there’s no going back. We are well aware of the damage we would do to your image and psyche if we made fun of you in front of the whole school by talking about what you did. Those who don’t think so among the adults are 1,000 times worse than what you did. There are a lot of them, and that’s a shame. Honesty will teach you a good lesson. Someone will think about what you did, and for someone else you’ll be a hero. Just don’t be afraid. There will be many different situations ahead.
I myself, starting in the 5th grade, tore out pages with notes and F’s and then filled in the blank pages all over again… I only got kicked out once in 7th grade, and it was only for a while… After that I continued this business until I was… Transferred to homeschooling! It had never in my life occurred to me to do something with the class register… And you, bro, really shouldn’t have done that, and then you were ashamed and scared. As if you did not understand that the magazine, as well as the diary, is a document! Fortunately the diary always has enough pages, you can tear out the remarks and F’s, but with the magazine you did so wrong… You should have known how the classmistress embarrassed me when she sneaked off with a torn out reprimand: she beat my word in front of the whole class that the new reprimand would be brought to the parents, I gave it, causing wild laughter from the children; even the classmistress laughed