When my grades dropped beneath an A in 8th grade math, my teacher gave me one week to start making A's again or I would get a whupping a week (and he was a tough SOB...a survivor of the Baton Death March). He sent a note home to my Dad and wanted it signed and returned.
My Dad told me that for every whupping Mr Bass gave me, I would get another when I got home.
My Dad also started working with me on my homework every night.
I never made less than an A on math again...even through graduate school.;-)
When my grades dropped beneath an A in 8th grade math, my teacher gave me one week to start making A's again or I would get a whupping a week (and he was a tough SOB...a survivor of the Baton Death March). ...Our honors U.S. History teacher, the same. We worked hard all year in anticipation of the final two days of the spring term, when we would have no work, but the Colonel would just talk about what he experienced. It was enthralling.
Bataan Death March