Report card day

I really hate report card day. Not my report card but my teenage daughters. My sons report card day was last Friday and yesterdays was Robyn's.

So why I hate report card day is I have to change out of my usual attire of men's boxers and singlet and put on a proper t shirt with sleeves and a decent pair of pants or shorts just to see a teacher who can't speak English and see how bad my daughters marks are. Not to mention that I usually sweat my ass off. I look at the teacher, she looks at me, we smile. I then look at the report card and frown. Then I look at Robyn and try to say something about the report card but frankly I've given up. I mean what can you say. I usually mutter "well you better start pulling your socks up and concentrate more" or "I don't know why the hell I bother to send you to tuition", something anal like that. It's not like I'm going to kick her butt around the classroom in front of her teacher and friends is it? I mean I don't expect you to get a scholarship. God forbid my life should be so easy. But please at least try.

I now have come to the point where I tell her that if she fails better for me, that way I don't have to fork out an arm and a leg for college tuition fees. Now that's a thought. She can go and work Jaya Jusco her whole life. Then I can use her college money to buy a new car. Hell the more I think about it the better I like the sounds of that.

Robyn tells me her teacher hates her. But every time I go for report card day the teacher doesn't even say anything. I guess she's pretty much given up on Robyn or she just can't find the words to express how she feels. I mean if you know Robyn you know what I mean. I suspect the teacher is just biding her time until the end of the year and she will not have to see Robyn no more. As for me Robyn will be with me the rest of my life. Now don't get me wrong I love Robyn to bits. She just tries my patience.

Like the time just before Chinese New Year I was cleaning house and Robyn calls me and demands that I pick her up from school because she is not feeling well. I had not yet bathed and was still in my sleeping attire of boxer shorts and singlet. I have some for night wear and some for day wear. At my age who gives a shit I just want to be comfortable. Anyway I went straight to the school without changing or showering because it was an EMERGENCY according to her. Of course when I get there I have to go to the office and sign her out of school. As I walked through the school yard with messy hair wearing my boxers and singlet everyone turned to look. Do I care? No but I sure hope Robyn was embarrassed. In fact a few month back Robyn complained to me that the discipline teacher was complaining about the way I was dressed. So I informed her next time give me time to shower and change before I pick you up.

The morning of report card day as I drop her off at school she turns to me and says "hey mom dress properly when you come and pick up my report card."