Ah…this brings back so many memories.
There was the time I was fourteen and got a D on a chemistry exam. I was slacking off and my mom knew it. My punishment? No sex for three weeks. Three weeks!!! Never mind I hadn’t started having sex at that point. It was the principle of the matter, and I was pissed. Nevertheless I got a B on the next exam.
Cut to my junior year in high school when I’m taking geometry. I get another D. My punishment? No heroin for a month. A month!!! But it worked. The following exam I got an A.
The point is, when parents actively insert themselves in a child’s life like this, it sends a message to the child that they care. You can bet that when I was grounded from raping anyone for a year, I made sure to make it home every night by my curfew.
I’m trying to pitch this message of parenting to NBC for its “The More You Know” campaign.
Now I must get back to work.