I don't use the "parent portal."
There, I've said it, branding myself a deadbeat who spurns the tool purported to give us parents an illuminating window into our children's world. That's how teachers and administrators and parents themselves tout the portals, which first arrived in the Minneapolis Public Schools in 2008.
I remember well the dividing line, because that was the year my daughter went to South High. Before that, no portals, at least not at Barton Open School. After that, portals — first in high school, then middle school, and now, I'm told, all the way down to preschool.
Before, those tardies, missed quizzes, skipped journal entries and other minor infractions were in her world. After, they were in mine, down to the grading rubric for every project and the contact info for every teacher.
What are we parents to do with this access? Well, we dutifully check the portal, and for a time the results are gratifying or at least banal. Straight A's and an A+ in art, the occasional B in industrial mechanics, but who really needs to use a jigsaw? (I know, everybody who wants a decent job in high-skilled manufacturing, but I'm an English major and didn't realize.)
Then one day, freshman year, there it is — a D in Language Arts at midterm. I click on the class detail. Six vocab quizzes failed and an incomplete essay — on "The Scarlet Letter"!
"How could she flub an essay on that outdated piece of prudish nonsense?" I think. I mean, "on that classic examination of shaming and double standards in society?"
I spring into action.