Slugs Happen

My son's teacher called me yesteday. She's a nice lady, but it wasn't a social call. She was concerned that CN has not been turning in work or turning in work late, and she was wondering if anything had happened recently to turn him into such a slacker. I assured her that nothing earth-shattering had happened to him, and that he has always been a slug. I explained that the "honeymoon" was over, that the new-ness of a new school and new teachers and new schoolmates had worn off, and that now we were just down to the drudgery that is high school. She understood. I understood. We understood together. Of course, that didn't do anything to make CN understand that he needs to put in a better performance. Hmmm... maybe a cattle prod. I'll have to see if Pioneer Woman has one I can borrow.