When I was in high school, my dad was adamant about me getting good grades. “It is a different time”, he’d say. I would get grounded for bad marks. I was expected to get a 75% average, which I thankfully pulled off when all was said and done.
My how things have drastically changed with my dad since then.
I was having lunch with the family yesterday when discussion came up about my little brother’s grades. He’s 17 and is expected to graduate this June, but seems less than enthused about trying to make that happen.
My dad said that if my brother could pull off a 70% average by the time he graduated, he’d send him on a trip somewhere (probably New York, by the sounds of it). He then said it was a pretty safe assumption that it wouldn’t happen.
Really? I mean…it’s 70%. It’s not like he was asking for a 4.0 GPA or something like that.
Turns out my brother is currently averaging between 55%-60%. I was a bit surprised to hear that because one of the promises that he made to our mom before she died was that he’d graduate and do his best in school.
When I questioned why the marks were so bad, my brother immediately jumped into the conversation with the following nugget of wisdom:
“I don’t believe that school grades are an accurate reflection of my actual intelligence.“
I absolutely lost it at this point. I mean, seriously? DUDE…you’re seventeen years of age! At seventeen, your high school grades are your ONLY reflection of intelligence. I mean, where else are you going to pull your knowledge from…your vast life experience??
Honestly…I believe that people who say things like that are absolutely effin’ lazy, plain and simple. All he wants to do is sit around and play video games all day. I mean, I can understand that…not wanting to do much at that age. I remember what it was like for me. But at that age I not only had a part-time job but I had a plan of what I was doing after high school. Was it the best plan? No. Did I know what I wanted to do the rest of my life? Heck, I still don’t know and I turn 40 later this year. But at least I knew that I was going to school and had an idea of where my life was supposed to head after I graduated from high school.
My brother doesn’t have the slightest clue.
And what’s worse is that if I had that exact same lackadaisical attitude twenty years ago when I was in high school, my dad would have kicked my ass. I’m not really sure why things have changed but I’ve got my theories.
Am I out of line, though? Should kids just not give a shit these days and “let it fly” to see where their life takes them? Because to me, that was the dumbest thing I have ever heard my little brother say.