Then why are you having the party in the first place?

[42_42_42]

I cannot wrap my mind around parents grounding their kids for getting a "C". A "C" means "average"! They're grounding their kids for being average? WTF?

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I never really got in trouble much growing up. Usually my punishment was being lectured by my dad. When I got older, my mom would give me the silent treatment if she was pissed at me. Fortunately, she hasn't done that since I got married.

I honestly think I got away with a lot of stuff because compared to my little sister, I looked like a saint. Plus I waited til I was off to college before I did most of my wild n crazy stuff (I had a few moments in HS, but nothing my parents ever knew about). My sister was constantly in trouble, but no punishments ever seemed to have any affect on her. I think she just didn't care and was gonna do what she wanted anyway, which is why she got caught so much.

[AdminAssistant]

I cannot wrap my mind around parents grounding their kids for getting a "C".

Well, in my particular situation, it had to do with getting into college. My parents wanted both Big Sis and me to go to college. They couldn't pay for it. At ALL. So, the conversation was, "You have to go to college, and you have to find a way to pay for it." Scholarships. Mom and Dad knew that we would need to get scholarships, and you need good grades to get scholarships.

That and the fact that they knew that we could get A's, so it was just expected. Yes, a C is 'average', but if a kid's capable of doing better, then they should be pushed and encouraged to do better.

[LadyAndreca]

I got grounded for not getting As when I was in 6th grade. We'd just moved from northern Germany to Alabama (Army brat here! ), and I was in private school for the first time. It was a rough transition, in part because I discovered cliques, and discovered what happens when you don't obey the queen of one. Anyways, in public school, 90-100 is an A, but in every private school I've been in, it's 93-100. I'd been getting 90-92 all my life, in a setting where having to write 10 sentences for English class was a LOT of homework. Suddenly I've got 3 teachers who are all giving me more homework than that, often requiring me to set my alarm clock earlier in the morning to finish it all (my parents wouldn't extend my bedtime). I felt like I was busting my ass to get those 90s still, because my pride wouldn't let me not get the same scores as before.

My parents grounded me because I got a series of Bs on my report card, when they felt I should never get anything but As.

If memory serves, I was so furious that I picked a subject I knew I could do well in, and intentionally got an F for the first quarter in it. (I was careful about it, too. I had a B for the semester despite that F.) I wanted to know, if they could ground me for doing my best, what they'd do if I actually did my worst. That's the first time I can remember intentionally instigating trouble and accepting that holy hell would descend upon me...and I honestly don't remember what my punishment was. Probably more grounding and a tongue-lashing, but it couldn't have been horrible or I'd have remembered it.

[Gurndigarn]

I cannot wrap my mind around parents grounding their kids for getting a "C". A "C" means "average"!

Theoretically it means average. Grade inflation is fairly rampant in the US. For example, the university I went to (a nationally recognized school— and that's recognized for academics in addition to sports programs) would put you on warning if your GPA dropped below 2.0 and kicked you out if you were there for two consecutive semesters.

And then they tried to convince faculty to curb grade inflation.

OK, seriously, you want just under half of your students on probation at any given time? Uhhh....



(It was a good school for me. And it only had a few issues like this.)

[BookstoreEscapee]

granted gas was cheap back then (like $1.50 to $1.75 )

I remember 99 cent gas.

When I got "grounded" it generally involved being sentenced to cleaning my room. Which didn't really work. I'd just read a book and pretend to clean when I heard them coming down the hall (unfortunately my door did not have a lock).

I also remember having my Cabbage Patch Kids taken away. The horror.
And when my brother and I went through our little kleptomaniac stages (mostly pilfering change and stuff, no shoplifting or anything like that) my dad drove us past the nearby juvie jail to show us where we'd end up if we didn't knock it off.

My parents used to threaten to just shovel out my room and throw it all away (I was never dirty, just a clutterbug. I'd rather read than organize. My apartment is still full of piles of paper and magazines and stuff.) One day when I was in 8th grade I came home to find my furniture and stuff out in the living room. I thought they had finally made good on the threat. Turns out my new furniture had been delivered (it was a graduation/birthday/Christmas present - each piece had a different balloon attached to it.) I was supposed to be getting a desk for my 8th grade graduation gift, and they also got the night stand and dresser to go with it. I still have the set. Can't wait to get rid of it.