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(photo by fistfullofcookies)

Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years.

When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible.

I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration.

I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated.

Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them.

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A D is considered passable, this is downright saddening and cruel.

Help your kid to understand, not punish them.

I had so much trouble with maths, especially with my algebra. It was downright torture to try and understand it, but my dad always took the time to help and encourage me. He even praised me for trying despite most of it going over my head. And when I came home with a D for the end of the term grades, he congratulated and told me I did my best. I cannot help but feel proud despite how hard it had been.

Agreed. At my old school I was struggling with my grades badly because A) I couldn’t understand what my teachers were teaching me, B) I couldn’t see the board or my books cause I didn’t have glasses yet and C) I had just lost my best friend and my aunt so I was really struggling emoitonally so I missed a lot of school. I failed all of my classes before I moved to my new school and I still missed a lot of school there but I could understand the teachers and I now had glasses and I was going to therapy.

I just got my grades in the mail yesterday and I had a passing grade of mostly Ds, D+s and Cs with a B here and there.

When I got the help I needed from my Ma and step-dad, my grades went up and I did so much better in school. My parents didn’t punish me for failing, they helped fix the problem.

All parents should do that for their children instead of worsening the problem.