We haven't gotten to that point yet, but it remains on the table as an option.
I get really fed up with being told every night that homework is done only to find out she's failing classes because of missing work.
Of course, it's not her fault. She started in with the excuses as soon as I got home, but I cut her off and told her I didn't want to hear it. She's lucky her dad's out of town; between the two of us he's the yeller. I'm the calm, cool, dignified one. (Bwahahahaha!) No, really. I am.
(Three more years... she'll be eighteen... will I make it?)
You'll make it. Sounds like y'all are covering the bases as good as I hope to be able to do someday. Ana has a few years to go... ;-)