Good for her.
I feel the kid's pain, though. My Dad was like that. When I was in the eighth grade I brought home a failing grade in math for the six weeks ending before Christmas. My Dad took back all my gifts and replaced them with shovels. About twelve of them in all different sizes and styles. All the shovels were of the highest quality. He said, "If you are going to have the education of a ditch digger, the least I can do is tool you up for your career." I felt like I was the saddest kid on earth. It got me off my ass though.
I never failed another class and graduated with a 4.0 gpa from high school.