I used to play Counterstrike (1.6, then source for those keeping score) every moment I could when I was a kid. It was an escape for me, an escape from a world where I would go to school and try my bloody hardest only to be told that I need to try harder and then get bullied by my classmates. Five years later I was diagnosed with depression. I'm not saying that your son is the same as me, but sometimes it might be better to stop pushing and ask if he's okay. I wish I'd had that.

Tell that to the biometric clocking machines I used to have to use. They work brilliantly until you get dirt on your finger, or water (having just scrubbed said dirt off) or cuts. Then there was that belt sander incident...

isle of skye anybody?

i find pokeing myself in the eyes twice a day amazing fun! oh wait!

maybe they should split grading into several sections: timekeeping, understanding, ability to remember useless crap and creative writing ability?