During the first semester of seventh grade, a student was about to move to another state with his family. The school he was about to attend asked him to fill out a form with the classes he was taking that semester, a signature from each teacher, and the grade he had earned up to that time.
Upon seeing that the chorus teacher, Mr. B., had written down a current grade of B, he said, "Aw, Mr. B...."
I thought but didn't say, "I know it's disappointing to receive a B when you were expecting an A, but a middle school Chorus class glade isn't likely to compromise your academic record or success in life that much, if at all."
When you're only 13, though, it's not surprising that you'd think, "I'm getting a B? That's not catastrophic--but it's not quite excellent, either."