A job well done is great, but a reward to go along with a job well done is even sweeter. And apparently, several businesses think so too, as they reward students for “A”s on their report cards.
Now to fully appreciate this story, we have to go back to last school year. Griffin was in second grade.
While he did really well in reading, his eye for detail was lacking. Most of the questions for reading were multiple choice. However, the last two questions required the answer to be written in sentence form. When answering these questions, he almost always neglected to capitalize the beginning of his sentence or to put a period at the end of the sentence. So regardless of his answer, it was marked incorrect. Due to these errors, he received a “B” on almost every reading paper.
Countless times I told him, “Griffin, you forgot again. Your answer was right, but you forgot to capitalize the first letter and put a period on the end. If you aren’t careful you are going to end up getting a “B” in reading due to these silly mistakes.”
I kept talking, but the problem was no one appeared to be listening. And as predicted, when the report cards came home Griffin received a “B” for reading. It was the third grading period of the school year, and for the first time he didn’t earn all “A”s.
Now, let me just say, that is still a great report card. However, eventually, Griffin, would need to remember to start each sentence with a capital letter and to put a period at the end.
Although, that lesson wasn’t learned from me or from Griffin’s teacher. No, that lesson was learned from an unlikely source – G.D. Ritzy’s. Yes, that is right. My son learned to write sentences correctly from an ice cream store.
The day after the report cards were issued, we had some errands to run. While we had never participated previously, I had heard several businesses would reward students for the “A”s earned on their report card. So, since we would be driving right past some of these stores, I loaded their report cards in the truck as we headed off.
When we arrived at G.D. Ritzy’s, I announced to my kids, “Now we have never done this before, so I do not know what you have earned. This is a treat and we are not going to whine about what we receive.”.
Well, their reward system is based on the number of “A”s that a student has earned. And while I do not have their reward system memorized, I do recall three “A”s earns you a single scoop of ice cream, while four earns you a double scoop. Because first and second graders only earn four letter grades, Griffin was awarded a single scoop of ice cream as he earned three “A”s. Ruthie, on the other hand was awarded a double scoop.
So as we sat down to enjoy our ice cream, I saw, Griffin, eyeing, Ruthie’s ice cream and while he didn’t say anything, I could see the disappointment on his face. Finally I gently said, “Do you think maybe next grading period, you will remember to write your sentences correctly?”.
And he did! The last grading period of the school year came to close, and Griffin earned all “A”s, and of course, a double scoop of ice cream.
Now fast forward to this school year.
The report cards came home on Friday. While, I pulled, Griffin’s report card from the envelope, Griffin, danced around the kitchen. “I got six ‘A’s! Oh yeah! Mom! Did you hear me? Six ‘A’s! Count them – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!”
To say he was proud of himself, might be a gross understatement. He should have been proud. He continued to dance around the kitchen for the next twenty minutes! Griffin made the A-B Honor Roll and he worked hard to do so. I was proud of him, and I also knew what was coming next.
“I am for sure getting a double scoop of ice cream!”
Yes, Buddy, you are. Even if that means I have to drive 30 miles one way to the closest G.D. Ritzy’s, I will get you that double scoop of ice cream!
Now there is a Dairy Queen, not five minutes from my house. However, that wouldn’t have been the same. So, on Monday evening the kids and I headed off to cash in on their rewards.
With ice cream on the tip of his nose, Griffin, proclaimed, “This is the best ice cream EVER!”.
It turns out, a job well done, is pretty sweet. And the ice cream? Well, it is even sweeter.
Only At My House,