Well, I went to the requested conference with two of his teachers. You know what? They get me all ramped up and excited to do xyz, like I'm going to run in the door and get my son all excited, too. And it. Never. Happens.
What happens is a fight. The minute he even catches wind of the fact I've been within a 50 mile radius of his teachers, his fangs come out.
He yelled and screamed and berated me and told me how he doesn't feel like he fits into our family and I had tears streaming down my cheeks. But I didn't back down. I told him he will do an assignment in his history workbook every day until Wednesday, until he turns it in. And photography--no excuse. He said the teacher will say something he doesn't understand and he stops to figure it out, and she's gone onto something else. I told him that's what the 504 is for! She will stay after for you. She will extend deadlines for you. But if you just don't do the work, we all think you're a slacker. You've got to meet us halfway. Make an appointment with her. Sheesh.
Okay, I also told him he couldn't have the car until he made up some of the work.
He exploded, I cried ... he did one assignment but he still didn't get the car the next day.

Oh, and he felt guilty about making me cry so he made dinner. And apologized.
I make him show me his work now. He says he wants us to not treat him like a little kid. I told him that when I see his grades come up online, I'll quit treating him like a kid. In the meantime, I'm right there. I'm on him.
If he expended half as much energy on his homework that he does arguing with me, he's have straight A's.
DoG, this is hard work.
