It just cracks me up that my students honestly don't think I'll be calling their parents when they're missing, say, a 100 point writing prompt that we worked on in class for four days.
I graded 3rd period's Pet Rock Projects today (combining an assessment to see if they can explain rocks to me with one of our mandatory writing assignments for their portfolio). We worked on this in class for four days. That's FOUR. So when I had eight kids who hadn't bothered to turn anything in, and it was due Friday, I got on the phone.
One dad was incredulous.
"He worked on this in class?"
"Yes," I replied.
"For four days?"
"Yes, from last Tuesday and it was due Friday."
"And you didn't get it turned in?"
"Nope, nothing as of this afternoon."
"That's ridiculous. There's no reason he shouldn't have turned it in."
"Oh, I agree," I said.
"You'll have it tomorrow."
That one was fun. However, it wasn't as fun as when I called one of my darlings, who answered the phone and politely asked who should he say was calling, and about choked when he found out it was me. Mom got on the phone and I informed her of the missing assignment.
"Young man, where on earth is this assignment that you didn't turn in?" she asked. Then a pause. "He's holding up his finger asking me to wait a minute."....pause...."He's digging in his backpack."....pause...."He has it and he's turning it in tomorrow and if he doesn't You Call Me and we'll get things fixed."
I wish all my parents were this awesome.