You were a gifted kid and Alex didn't care, he failed most of his classes, yes, he was proud his son was excelling in academics, but he didn't enforce anything. He was honestly hoping you'd get an F, at least once, he'd never admit it though.

Alex was looking through your report card, you stood there anxiously, hoping he wouldn't be upset you got a C in science. He just shrugged and handed you back the paper, "need me to sign it or something?" He could really care less.