A Very High Score, Part 2

(My thirteen-year-old daughter has recently started public high school after we have homeschooled her most of her life. She is complaining about her math teacher.)

Daughter: “She’s making me redo the assignment!”

Me: “Why?”

Daughter: “Because I didn’t show my work.”

Husband: “Well, you have to do that. You’re not working on a computer anymore.”

Daughter: “Well, that doesn’t make sense! It’s like asking a drug dealer where and how they got the drugs! You just don’t ask questions!”