It took me several readings of this thread to realize it, but I was that slacker* in middle school. If memory serves, I had a 56 in grade 8 history and a 60 in English. I rarely did my homework, partially due to laziness, partially due to forgetfulness and partially due to not giving a crap. Oh, and boredom almost certainly came into it: in grade 6, my teacher was constantly catching me reading during lessons. She refused to give me much trouble about it, though, because she didn’t want to discourage me from reading. My parents assured her that nothing she could do would discourage me from reading, and that getting me to pay attention in class was far more important
I had long ago scored well enough on a test that I was permitted to participate in the gifted program. This was voluntary extra-curricular work that was meant to be interesting to us. Things like an independent research project(my father and I built and programmed a small robot using some servo motors), making our own movie(we parodied a bunch of movies and put it all together in a Siskel & Ebert spoof) and debating. Anyway, because I participating in the Gifted program I was eligible to go to a local magnet high school for Gifted kids. Special advanced classes were offered in a variety of subjects. I ended up choosing to go, and this thread has made me realize that this was a huge turning point in my life.
As I mentioned earlier, in my last year of middle school I was pulling in terrible grades in some subjects. Overall I was probably averaging somewhere in the low 70s, and my marks were dropping. I’ve never been able to really understand what it is that changed for me in my first year in high school, but my marks shot up immediately. I made the honor roll every year and had an average over 90 in my last 3 years. The trouble for me is that I really don’t remember why I was doing so poorly in middle school so it’s hard for me to say why I did so much better. There are several big differences I can identify between my high school and my middle school, but I can’t definitively say that these differences are what changed things for me.
The first big change was the teachers. With one or two exceptions, my teachers in middle school were pretty awful(and one of those exceptions is a big one – I don’t think that I can say that any of my high school teachers saved any of my classmates lives). I think that a lot of them were just worn down from having to deal with kids just hitting puberty, but they just didn’t seem to care much. The majority of my teachers in high school were excellent, though. They engaged us and challenged us. Even one of the teachers I liked the least at the time, my grade 10 math teacher, was a really good teacher in retrospect. He gave me a book about the mathematics of infinity at one point in the term. I kind of rolled my eyes at the time and stuffed it in my bag, but sure enough, a couple weeks later I was bored waiting for a ride and had my backpack on me so I pulled out the book and started reading it. The mathematics were quite abstract and I could only get through half of it(it started talking about functions and I got totally lost), but damned if I didn’t learn a bit about an area of mathematics I never would have heard of without him. My math teachers in particular were excellent. They were always putting bonus questions on their tests to challenge us – I loved the bonus questions. They also required us to participate in a yearly mathematics contest, and our results in that contest counted towards our grades.
I’ve touched on this already, but the material was another big factor for me. As I’ve already said, the teachers were out to challenge us. Smart people enjoy working on difficult, interesting problems. And because I enjoyed the material I was working through, I worked much harder on it. The same thing has happened with my brother, except that for him it’s happened in university. He’s doing a degree in mathematics and I think for the first time, he’s enjoying school, and he’s enjoying because the material is both interesting and challenging for him.
The environment was also critical for me. Being smart was no longer a problem for me. Don’t get me wrong; there was still bullies. Actually, I’m rather ashamed to admit that I was friendly with some of the worst of the bullies. The really nerdy and socially akward kids did get picked on. If might be going a bit far to say that the smartest people and the best students were popular, but they were certainly well-liked. The kids who got picked on were mainly poor students, to be honest(and the bullies were also poor students). For me, this was a godsend after being constantly bullied in middle school, including by some of my so-called friends.
Even though I can’t necessarily be certain about the underlying reasons, I definitely believe that going to this high school was what prompted me to get my act together academically. And because I did so well in high school, I got into an excellent university, and I’m on the verge of graduation with a a near-perfect job already lined up. Going to that high school was almost certainly a hugely important change in my life that’s allowed me to get where I am now.
I’m almost certainly an extreme example, and I probably would have done okay had I not gone to the magnet school. Your son’s mileage will vary. My brother went to the same high school but didn’t get his act together until university, so there are no guarantees. My best friend did poorly in that high school, manage to scrape into a good university but rumour has it he’s failed out. I can’t imagine that it would hurt to try, though.
- Except that as a November baby, I was 13 when I started high school.