So, Friday's message from the Economics teacher was a progress report that highlighted Mini-baboo's deficiencies. Mini-baboo, to remind you, is a senior, and has been vascillating between graduating/not graduating since January, when he must have decided that schoolwork was for suckers.
Monday, April 20, 2009
So I responded to the teacher with a comment about how Mini-baboo needs to get his current events in, apparently, and that I was forwarding this to him. I copied Mini-baboo to his email account.
To which he responded, by texting me. He texted me, "don't email my teachers, you don't need to be in my business." Oh, yes he did. he texted me that. from the phone that I PAY FOR. The phone that I--wait, what? I need to WHAT? Rrrrr.
Life in the 21st century, arguing with your teenagers by text and email.
So I sent him an email:
SUBJECT: Since you're all grown up now...
BODY: ...and you don't need me to email you or your teachers or be all up in your business, I'm thinking you can probably handle your own birthday celebration, you know, paying for it and all. That's my thought. I don't know. What do you think??
we'll see how he responds. Meanwhile, the opthamologist says that my eyelid twitch probably is more likely from stress rather than too much thyroid medication. Are you experiencing any unusually stressful events, he wants to know...