A Little Late Now

Last night in the mail we got a little surprise from MonkeyDo's teacher.

A progress report, indicating that she is not meeting grade level standards in any of the math categories.

Um. Excuse me?

There are two days left of the school year. Scratch that. There are one and one-half days left of the school year. She has not had a homework assignment in over a week, and all actual instruction ceased at pretty much the same time. It is too late to get her enrolled in summer school and way too late to do anything about her grade.

So what was the point of sending this home?

When we got the original progress report for this trimester, she was only behind in a couple of areas. Are they really trying to make themselves a case of "oh, well, we told you she was behind" because I'm pretty damn sure this would not qualify as adequate notice.

So help me if she comes home Friday with a notice that she will not be promoted to fourth grade because of her math grade.

I'm sure that it would be in bad form for the Vice President of the PTA to throw a tantrum all over the new principal's desk, but that doesn't mean I won't.

If the issue was this serious, she should have informed us with enough notice for us to actually do something about it. It's not like she & SweetPea haven't been sending notes back and forth all year long, and it's not like she doesn't have about 18 phone numbers she can use to get ahold of us.

In Other News:

I'm wearing my hair down at work today. It has become so uncommon for me to wear my hear down at work that I actually feel naked. Because, you know, I can't possibly be all the way ready to go if my hair isn't up. And I do that before I put clothes on. When I do wear it down, I usually grab something to put it up with later in the day after I get tired of it being down. Today I forgot. I wonder how long it's going to be before I've got binder clips holding my hair up.

Also, my goal today is to not eat 16 Dum Dums.