Sunday, August 21, 2011

Senior Year

School has started once again.  This year I'm putting it out there right now,  it is going to be a GREAT year!  I say that because in years past, like since he's been in school there have always been issues.  Some which he couldn't help, but then...some that he could. I'm talking about my oldest son who has to pull it out of his ars this year if he plans on graduating with his class. I say...HE IS GRADUATING with his class if it kills me, and well, it just might.

Since starting High School he hasn't applied himself to his school work at all.  He has  fought me every step of the way.   I would love to say that his Dad has stayed on him and supported me when it came to making sure that his school work was  done, and done correctly, but that isn't the case either. In fact, his Junior year he was in Geometry.  After the 1st quarter, he just quit doing the work.  I mean any of it.  He wouldn't even try.  I, myself am not a math whiz, in fact, I downright suck at math but his Dad is a genius in that area.  I got him tutoring which he wouldn't go to. I put him in a study group, which he wanted no part of.  So, I have been left feeling alone in trying to do what is right where he is concerned. I have felt alone along this roller coaster ride of raising him. He's seventeen years old now and I only have this last year to try to make it right. He would love for me to just let him go, let him be, let him do as he wishes with no consequence.  He doesn't like me, he doesn't respect me, he doesn't listen to me or feel that he should have to answer to me. He's at that stage of wanting to be a man, but not yet being.

Since I've never been a boy, I don't have the slightest inclination on how he is feeling right now, but I can try. I can try to put myself in his shoes. But I can't just let him go.  He has got to want to do what is right--I can't make him. I had him tested to see if he needs special help in his classes. He does not, that has been confirmed, which I already knew.  It is about applying himself and looking at his Senior year of being the time he has to make up for all the work he hasn't done in the past.  I pray that he does it.  I wan't him to succeed--I know he can succeed.  He can do anything he puts his mind too, I know that...I just don't know how to prove it to him.

I know he want's to graduate or at least I believe he does. He is such a strong willed individual with a whole future ahead of him.  He want's to go into the Navy and be in the welding program.  He went to CACC last year and was in the program which he thoroughly enjoyed.  I've been working on the paper work to get him in.

Please pray-- light candles and help me put him out into the universe that this year will fly by and be the best !   He will do his best, he will try.  He will walk across the stage and his future will be bright.  I can handle anything thrown my way--I really can.  I will stay on him with love and compassion and with his best interest at heart.  He is not a failure and neither am I.

Looking forward to the future and watching my son graduate high school~!

Onreeone~ Angie )O(


3 comments:

mxtodis123 said...

Oh, did you bring up some memories. My youngest was much the same when he hit high school. He went from a kid at the top of his class to a kid who could care less about school. We took him out of one school and placed him in another thinking it might turn him around, but he just did the same poor shoddy school work. He did do well in math, but hated gym so he would skip gym to sit in math. But, without gym, he couldn't pass. It was a no win situation.

Eventually, he did drop out, sadly, but he did get his GED and go on for further studies. I don't know what it is about high school and teenage boy hormones.

You and your son are far from failures. I will send positive thoughts your way.
Mary

The Bipolar Diva said...

If mine could do it, yours can. I have total faith in your ability to kick ass all the way to graduation!

Elena said...

Think positive! I discover your blog and you as a strong person. Glad I did.