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Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2009

One more follow up

I think she's really understood what I said about the last post (at this point, still too grumpy to admit it). Next year will tell. At this point, either the ethics or honorable conduct you've tried to drill in for the last 16 years will stick...or not.

I replayed in my mind the times, if any, I've cheated- or it could be construed as such in her mind. It was one of the things she threw at me during our fight. "YOU can't tell me you never did or planned to do anything."

Well, true, it has crossed my mind to plant weeds in the picky, nasty neighbors lawn. Or when my dog bit another, to give another phone # beside my real one. J. knows this. BUT I didn't actually do it.

Still replaying the tapes.

Cheating

On the way home the other day, Jennifer's b-friend started going through her text faves, and reading off names, esp. of the boys, and asking about them.

Friendly back-and-forth for a bit, then suddenly..."uh oh, I think someone was thinking about cheating."

Apparently she had started to text in an q/a to a anat-phys question. Or at least enough for L. to figure out what she was thinking about.

From the look on my face, he prob. wished to gawd he'd kept his mouth shut. I lit into J. in a way...well, prob. not in a way she could remember.

She swore she didn't do it (and I believe her) and that the teacher made them keep their cell phones in their backpacks anyway (can see why) and watched them like a hawk (ditto). And finally, she knew the answer anyway(I believe that too.) She did well on the final, and I believe it was an honest A.

But still, the fact she'd even planned to cheat on a question we'd just drilled the night before had me gnashing my teeth.

She finally started shooting back, "YOU have no idea the pressure I'm under from you and dad to get all a's...YOU have no idea what my life it like....AND YOU'RE all hypocrites."

Well didn't really track the last accusation. I figure that was thrown in for good measure.

But after more stony silence on the way home, with l. hoping J. was still his g-friend the next day, we took up the conversation again.

I told her I'd rather her bring home a C by honest work than an A through this. And I realized that I"d probably never know if she decided to do it from now on, but wished if she felt stressed or needed to study more TELL ME.

More silence. I think she got the point. Only time will tell.