Reading and writing about the incident involving the player from the girls lacrosse team at Yarmouth High School (if you didn't catch yesterday's post, click here), got me thinking back to my days in the classroom. I remember once when I had a star from the school's hockey team in my class, whom I'll call Jack. (In truth, I don't remember his name, it was many years ago!)
I should mention also that Jack had never once come in for extra help, nor prior to the end of the semester made any effort to question the grades he had been seeing on his test papers. Finally, one day I was informed that Jack's father wanted to meet with me in the guidance counselor's office after school. I knew that I probably was going to be pressured to pass Jack, so that he could finish out the season on the hockey team.
I looked the man in the eye and answered, "Would you go to the official in a hockey game and ask him to give Jack 3 goals this game and take them back the next?"
The counselor bit back a smile, and gave me a congratulatory look. Jack's Dad had no response. He sat there for a moment, and then he got up and left. The counselor thanked me for putting the problem into perspective and presenting it in a manner that Jack's hockey-fanatic Dad could understand.
It was time for some tough love.