Do you remember ever having to bring home the report card from hell?

I am pretty much a good kid. Good in studies and extra curricular and conduct. I can't remember having my parents called or being spoken by the teachers for my mis conduct or degradation in studies. I was not no. 1 as you know by now but fared well. My report cards were pretty decent and with star ratings in paintings, drawings, craft, sports...etc. The only time my parents were called was when I was found to be myopic on one of those health check ups. It was around then that I came to know that glasses would be my best friends forever. You have a pretty good report card there. . You must have been a sweet, naughty kid always upto bugging others. .

I always brought home a very good report card till after high school. My 11th and 12th Grade report cards were pretty bad....but I was having a hard time with other things too. Of course, no one but my dad understood it at that time. I was also having a hard time with my mom then (my dad was working and living in another country) and the report card was just another issue that we had a hard time with. Now, both of us understand what happened and why my grades were low....but at the time...both of us were going through our individual tough times and just couldn't understand each other. I wasn't scared to bring the report card home because I wasn't really worried about the reaction. My parents had always been pretty cool about my grades (it didn't matter how good or bad it was....the maximum I would get was a lecture from my mother)

Thankfully i did not have any comments like those James. For I would have locked up in my room for whole day, taken to the teacher and made to apologise for my actions. In my early years to be very frank i was a pretty mediocre student and dreaded bringing that report card home everytime. It was the dressing down, the lecture on my future, the reduction in my play time and cancellation of toys and games promised to me. But that was for a few years and i think all that i recieved started paying off its dividends and thereafter just waited to come home and show off.

Yes, at times, I have.. But, most of my report cards were really good. I had many B's.. And a few A's too. If, I brought home a D, I will just have to work more harder to bring it up. I don't really remember my grandmother scolding me on bringing home a bad grade on my report card. That was a big relief!

Report card are like scam or scar thing for me during my school days as always i get the average marks and better to say below average to my dad expectation. But always good to my expectation as i was so lazy to study during my young ages because of the varied interest.

Hello James! There you go again. You never fail to make me laugh. I was an honor student as well in gradeschool. Well, at least for a school year. I live with an evil aunt so you see she is from hell as well. Then on my 3rd year in highschool I had a failing grade for chemistry and had to take summer classes to proceed to my senior year. I had to bring home my report card from hell to the house of hell and show it to the devil herself. LOL. (She's nice now) It's nice that you and your mom get to laugh about it. But you made me laugh as well.LOL Cheers, Sheena

i don't think so... my report card has always been average... i am not a brilliant student but i am not a bad student as well... i am average and my parents had always been happy with my study... they hardly complain about it... in fact, among all my siblings, i am the best in terms of studying... take care and have a nice day...

No, it has never been the case for me. I had always been the topper throughout. so it was always good result. Plus i used to get happy when i stood First in exams

I was average until Junior High. From then on my approximate A B C average was 3-2-1. Being taught algebra FINALLY was probably a big factor since it explained all the things in Math they were trying to teach me. Then I went to college. That my parents paid for. THAT was the report card from hell. After the first year, I tried another couple of quarters. But it is so obvious to me. And my parents. Pre-college schools do NOTHING to prepare students for college. Sure they teach subjects, but trying to go to school, and hold a job, arrange times for study and homework and reports around job schedules - there was nothing about that in any of my high school classes. And I couldn't figure it out on my own until I went back when I was in my thirties, being fed up with my security guard job and taxi driver. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, please understand, but those particular fields of employment are obviously not my optimal potential.) (that still sounded wrong, didn't it - I will keep my mouth shut (or rather, I will stop typing now))

well, i only got a problem on school when i was in college when i fail 3 subject, not at a time, it is in different sem. on the first time, im scared to give it to my mother, coz i dont know what will they do if they see me failed. maybe they stop me to study which is i dont want to happen. but im thankful that they understand me. and still support me. i really dont want to stop until i graduate.

I remembered there was once when I was in the first year of junior college. It was the mid-year exams and I had terrible grades. My parents had to be called up by our fussy principal to the school for that. I was so sad to tell my mum and I cried in front of her before I even break the news. She was sondering what terrible mishap has happened. She was relieved that it was my grades I was worried about and laughed. I was scared sh!t and she laughed. My principal explained to my dad that my grades were not acceptable and I needed to catch up. My dad explained to her that I had been away for 2 weeks due to chicken pox, but was not acceptable. I was not in the office when that took place but my dad told me later that I had a lousy principal who is not understanding. Later I caught up and did quite well afterall.

Well,I had the same experienced like you but it is not a report card, it is our mid-term exam in high school..It is a science subject.. Our teacher was really mad in our class because more than half of the class failed in the exam and I am one of the student who failed.. What he did was he asked as you let our parents signed our test paper so that our parents will know what is our score in the mid-term exam.. I was really scared to show the test paper to my father because I know that he will really get mad.. Well, actually I didn't show it to my father.. What I did I let our nanny to signed it for me.. But I told her not to tell to my parents.. Happy to say that she didn't tell my father about my score.. I make sure that on the next exam my score was already high so that I can improve my grades for finals..

Oh dear! The worst report card I can remember was when I was in fifth grade. I had all A's, except for math, it was a B. I was devastated! I just knew I was going to get a lecture from my dad, a spanking for doing poorly, and sent to bed without dinner. My brother and sister and I were walking home when I saw the B on the report card. I sat down on the curb and cried. I sent the other two ahead. I was really afraid to go home. I did finally muster up the courage to face my parents. I don't really remember what was said about the B, but it really wasn't bad. I didn't get a lecture, a spanking or get sent to bed without dinner. Now, I know there are people reading this, thinking this is silly, but, for ME that was the report card from hell, and the only one that I was ever that devastated over. My dad expected me to be perfect, and dammit, a B was not perfect! It did not matter what the teachers' comments were, it was the grade that mattered.

i remember i came first in class from tho bottom and hid my report card for a week. finally i had no option but to show it to my dad. It was a reprimand deferred for a week. I can't forget that. There after of course I improved.

Haha I like those comments. Your mother would have been angrya t the time, but it's pretty funny now, even she has to admit it! No, I was always a perfect student and there's one comment in particular from my grade 4 teacher that read "Carly is an absolute pleasure to teach." Things went pear shaped though in year 10 where I think I got a C- in science and maths and in year 11 I got Ds for both science and maths. That's when I lost interest in school, lost all my respect for some of my teachers and dropped out. Might I add that I completed my senior certificate afterwards at TAFE (a learning institution for adults, kind of like a mini college) where they treat their students like humans, and I passed with flying colours and got on very well with my teachers.

Most of the time no. However, I remember getting a D one time on my report card and just knew that I would be in trouble. I was so scared to take it home and show my mom even though she knew that I was having trouble with that lesson. I did finally admit that I just could not understand Geometry and she was a little easier on me but I was still in trouble for that grade.

Funny to say James mine was the opposite of yours. My grade 9 report was the best report at the secondary level. I even pass Mathematics that I hated couldn't believe it when I saw it. To tell you the truth after starting secondary school I saw the mistakes I made truly my primary days so I wanted to make my parents proud so I drop all my friends and take my lesson seriously. Grade 9 was the year where you have to choose your career choice so maybe this is the reason it was the best. You have to work hard to get your first choice and I knew that Mathematics and English was what I need to receive mine. It is good though when you and your parents can look back at your school days and laugh after both the mistakes you as the child made and they as the parents. All the best.

I was pretty much the perfect student with great marks up until I started High School... Was that you saying that? Or me? I was the valedictorian when I graduated from grade school so I always was showing off my card to my dad and made a copy for my mom (and then I get gifts). Not to brag, I had too many medals that I did try a few of them if they would work as slingshots (sadly no, they just stay up there, caught in a tree branch). But I migrated to the US a month before the semester ended for Freshman Year. I was always first in class that when I found out I was third, I freaked out and disappointed myself so much. But I came back and finished the rest of high school in the Philippines and my grades were still high but not the highest. I was so so so disappointed in myself again when I first got my Sophomore report card that I was afraid my dad would be so so so disappointed in me. So I took the card to his office and you know what he said to me, "I love you no matter what. It is not your grades that make us love you." After that, I didn't worry about high grades anymore. They just come naturally to me. We also had a Habit and Behavior part of the report card. I always got As and Bs on that one. I don't think I ever got an award for being the most prim and proper person in the class. I don't think I even was on the short list. Ahahah.

Oh man i was considered a bad student which is highly ironic. I got horrible grades in high school and it was funny because my dad was the high school janitor and would sneek and see all of my grades all of the time. It was horrible. The even funnier thing is that i graduated went to a tech school and got an associates degree, and now i'm going back to school again to get my bachelor's degree. My dad's gonna laugh when i barely graduated once but am about to graduate a third time.

Haha I remember that. I was a pretty good student in high school and middle school but before that was terrible. Fourth grade was my worst year. I brought home no A's and a mixture of B's and C's once. My mom was very angry with me and I was like "I'm going to pass, it's ok" that didn't help though. It just made her more angry. I think she actually gave up on me during the forth grade so I decided to fix it in the fifth grade. I started bringing home straight A's in the fifth grade and then she held me up to that standard until now.