Cooked or uncooked?

This is priceless!

This seems to be indulging helicopter parents. Let the kids breathe for crying out loud!

As far as I remember, we just got a report card at the end of the term. Typing that just caused a sudden flashback to grade 6, where the teacher insisted that she had to put the report card envelope into our backpacks herself instead of handing them to us (apparently this would somehow prevent us from opening and reading it?) I was the only one in my class who objected to this, on the grounds that she had no right to put her hands in my backpack, not to mention her idea was stupid because I could just take it out again as soon as I left the room.

I’ll add from the vantage point of several decades later, it was in fact MY report card and I should be allowed to read it. I don’t quite recall, but I must have eventually caved because she said wouldn’t let us leave otherwise. I wish I’d held out a bit longer, because eventually she would have had to give in or she’d have gotten in trouble. My mom would have backed me on that. Wow, apparently I’m still a little mad about this. 🤨

Anyway, I guess the direct emails to parents are the logical extension of kids not being permitted to read their own report cards back in 1991. And I stand by my 11-year-old self’s protest.

My mom used to get a letter in the mail. That seemed a whole lot easier 😊

My friend’s daughter just started school, and he was telling me all the parents are required to download a secure app on their phones for school communications and verify their identity by scanning a QR code. So at least you only get a pointless email. 🤣

for sure

Haha! So close but so far

So, so many times!

I loved your post…you crack me up! #reallifeishilarious

A great tragedy of our times, indeed. Maybe reconsider the whole beaver lifestyle.

I have a vague memory of building a dam of twigs in the drainage ditch behind my dad’s house. I was 11 and not a structural engineer mind you and completely underestimated the force of the current that day.

It should go without saying but I’ll say it anyway. The damn didn’t hold, the twigs and pebbles washed downstream, and I was left with a broken heart. 😢

No lives were lost.

lol

Thank you so much!

Thank you!

^^current situation^^

That store sucks. Refused to give me lottery tickets because my daughter was with me. Really. WTF. SHE WASNT 21.

They also don’t like to pay out on scratch offs over 20$

I can confirm.

Yeah, I wanted to leave my magazine out of the story and keep the focus on my personal wit and charm.