I have yet another annual review coming up this week for Primera. I am PMS, so I should be good to go. I rather suspect they'll attempt to declassify her. Because, cured again! Though fortunately or otherwise, Primera performed disastrously last quarter and one teacher even recommended her for a skills class, not because she can't do the writing (she is an excellent writer; her English teacher wanted to recommend her for honors) but because she NEVER DOES HER DAMN HOMEWORK. So given that I want to hold onto her classification, her hideous past report card may turn out to be a blessing in (very thorough) disguise. Though of course she sees no need for any of this and would probably argue that she doesn't need services. And she will probably be invited into the meeting, which should up the quantity of fun exponentially. I should clear the decks for the rest of the day, or perhaps plan to shop and have a very nice lunch, complete with wine.