D in math

I agree with holetoledo, tell them NOW. If they find out themselves (which believe me they will sooner or later) they get the impression that you are dishonest and that pisses them off even more. Try also to show your parents that you have the resolve to improve your grades (maybe, by completing some homework)

Soften the blow by telling them now instead of telling them later. And if you ask for help, they might be more sympathetic.

tell your parents that you got a d and try to get extra credit to get a better grade .

LUCKY!!! I have an F! :(

unless its your report card, dont show it to them and try and bring your grade up.

Well…Let me tell you a story…

A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envolope, propped up promnently on the pillow that was addressed to “Dad.” With the worst premonition he opened the envolope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes, and the fact that she is much older than I am.

But it is not the passion Dad, she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.

In the mean time we wll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don’t worry Dad. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love,

Your Son John

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house. I just wanted to remind you that thee are worse things in life than the report card stashed in the top desk drawer in my room. Call when it is safe to come home.

No, just joking that was just something that might brighten up your mood at least a little bit. I agree though, you should talk to them about tell them what happened and tell them why your grade is that low. Be truthfull. If you have been slacking tell them that, if your teacher has been a total jerk explain that but not just giving a vague “My teacher is a jerk and they don’t like me” Explain to them why. Sure it might get your cell taken away or something special to you but your education is important.

He was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up.

Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed,

‘Dad’.

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you.

I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it’s not only the passion, Dad.

She’s pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy.

She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t, really, hurt anyone.

We’ll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better.

She sure deserves it!!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grand children.

Love, your son, John.

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true.

I’m over at Tommy’s house.

I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on my desk.

I love you!

Call when it is safe for me to come home.