G has been hit with the reality that is junior year. She was really freaked out over the summer about the number of AP and preAP classes (5). She was really freaked out about AP Spanish IV because she's "luckily" scored the two easiest Spanish teachers for Spanish II and III, which is great when you're in it. It's not so great when you hit Spanish IV with the rest of the kids who are actually ready for Spanish IV. Surprisingly, though, this year has been pretty easy for her. She's had homework, sure. Some late-ish nights. But all-in-all, she's had time to watch a little TV, hang with friends, compulsively clean her room. All the usual things.
You know how life doesn't always space things out for you? T had the worst June I've ever seen when he had two several hundred-page documents due for work. Any week that grades were due were inevitably paired with multiple roadblocks, development days, and computer snafus. It just happens. And you have to take those weeks as they come, do your best, and move on.
This year, I've been very intentional about how I parent my older child. I am trying very hard to pull back and let her make her own decisions. For those of you who know me, you can stop laughing now. I really am succeeding fairly well with this. Because I have to. Because in two years, she'll be gone. She'll be at a wonderful school, having wonderful experiences, but she'll still be gone. So she's got to learn to self-direct, self-manage, and self-soothe. And she's done quite well with that so far. She has really supportive teachers, and the things that she really feared have not come to pass.
Until now. And her luck ran out in Spanish IV. They had a quiz this week. She stayed up until 12:30 studying for the quiz. She made a 0. As in ZERO. Nada. Nadie. Zilch. I don't even know how to process that. She said that most of the non-native speakers made 0s, 5s, and 15s. The native speakers made 25s. Putting aside the argument that if scores are that low, it might be a teacher issue rather than a student issue, but still. It's demoralizing. And scary. And I hurt for her. And no matter how much I tell her that I know that she is working hard, she frets. It makes the next assignment that much more important. And it's due tomorrow. And that doesn't include the pre-Cal test. Or the AP History test. Both of which are also tomorrow.
And as much as I want to run in and call the teacher and schedule the tutoring for her, that's not what will help her in the long run. She will get there. She will be okay. She will leave me to make her own way in the world. And sometimes it will be hard. Failure and struggle are often much more educational than success. And that's a lesson that I have no control over.
But it still sucks.