Gary and I check the kids’ school grades online every day, and it’s become impossible not to see a glaring trend. Their grades, particularly Dove’s, soar and plummet, spike and fall, based on the last time they were with us.
We believe education and an active mind are important, and we’d rather see the kids playing outside with us than drooling mindlessly in front of a TV. They are required to read for at least 20 minutes a day, and I am very strict about that.
Right after the kids have been here, Dove’s grades hover happily around A’s and B’s. It doesn’t take long for her to lapse back into bad habits, though, since it’s become nauseatingly clear the kids are not monitored, supervised, or even paid attention to when they are with Crow. Homework not done? Whatever. Read? Nah. Get organized for school the next day? Pffffttt. Who can be bothered with such menial chores? Not Crow, that’s for sure.
After a few days, Dove’s grades get shaky. Give it a week of being back with Crow, and her grades slip. Give it two weeks, and she is scraping by with C’s and D’s, dipping into the occasional F, like she is now. The kids haven’t been with us for two weeks, and it shows plainly in their grades.
When they are taught that school isn’t important, that grades don’t matter, that the girls in particular don’t need to be smart because some boy is supposed to do everything for them anyway, well, it’s nearly impossible to scrape out that garbage in less than a weekend. It’s cemented in there by years of poisoning and poor example by Crow.
In a battle to help the kids get the best education and future that they can, we are constantly fighting the children’s own birth mother, who clearly doesn’t give a damn. If it doesn’t directly benefit her, then she’s not interested. If the kids aren’t serving an immediate purpose for her, she doesn’t want anything to do with them, like a spoiled brat heaping unwanted dolls in the corner until she wants them for something.
To make it worse, the kids are trapped in an ass-backward, inbred, hick town, with a school district hell bent on taking days off and doing as little as possible that is remotely related to teaching. The entire town has a raging attitude that education doesn’t matter. Who needs any special learnin’ to marry their cousin and stay right there, rotting away in that piece-of-shit town, wallowing in their own ignorance and worthlessness, just like Crow?